A marriage proposal on Loch Lomond, celebrated by a hike
Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2015 12:41 pmA marriage proposal on Loch Lomond, celebrated by a hike along the Rings of Steall.
As she came down the stone path, she quietly whispered,” I think he’s proposing to her!”
“Oh, I think you got it wrong!” was my quiet response.
Then, kneeling, I drew out a the red velvet box I’d been secretly carrying all the way to Scotland. “Will you marry me?” I asked with traditional Scottish bagpipe music playing and gradually changing to The Wedding March.
It's a video, and has sound. So please watch it with your sound turned on!
This all started a couple of weeks ago. Back then, scheming and planning, I’d been trying to put forth my grand plan, to a proposal that wouldn’t be refused. My girlfriend and I were planning a two week trip to Iceland with a stopover in London. While looking at what views and scenery the UK had to offer, we gradually changed our plans and ended up with three weeks in Scotland and a couple of days in London.
To get into the swing of things, I started listening to traditional bagpipe music. I found its unique sound quite mesmerizing. This got me thinking, what could be better than to propose with bagpipe music playing in the background?
Writing down my thoughts, I asked the walkinghighlands forum members about their suggestions http://www.walkhighlands.co.uk/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=1&t=54375. The response was outstanding. Using their suggestions, I contacted munrobagpiper who (http://www.walkhighlands.co.uk/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=9&t=41501) came forward and offered his services. Though at first the idea was to propose on the Rings of Steall itself, as the proposal date came up, I had an ominous feeling that I should go with a simpler approach. With memories of past hikes my girlfriend and I had had that went on quite unexpected routes, I feared I’d miss munrobagpiper, and leave him by himself, playing to some random sheep perhaps.
So, we agreed, I’d propose on Loch Lomond, and as fate had it, it was a clear Thursday, with a beautiful sky and bright sun. There, enjoying the outstanding picnic prepared by munrobagpipe and his girlfriend, we decided, spontaneously, to celebrate our newly formed connection by hiking the Rings of Steall.
While most walk reports here describe unimaginable feats of hiking 40 miles in a single day, or completing a 100 km hike in two, this is quite the opposite. While my girlfriend and I are in OK shape, we’re still amateurs in using a map,and the topography in Scotland is quite different from what we’re used to.
We got to the Ben Nevis Campsite very late at night and set out early next morning. To make sure the weather was right we asked people in camp, all seemingly quite experienced, their impressions about the day’s weather were convincing. “The weather is brilliant, it doesn’t get much better than this,” was the response. Apparently, in our sunny, Mediterranean jargon, brilliant weather means quite a different thing.
We made our way to the Rings of Steall car park, what should have taken only half an hour or so, took much, much longer. Without much experience of driving in the countryside, we got stuck behind several groups of sheep that seemed to have their own timetable.
Sheep roaming the road, blocking cars and in general bullying the traffic
After an hour’s walk on a nice, clearly marked path, we arrived at what appeared to be a wire bridge. Not sure how to use one, we decided to attempt to cross through the river itself with well placed footsteps on mischievous stones. The current was strong and after getting our feet, shoes and trousers wet, we learned how to use a wire bridge. Luckily ,the way back didn’t require going back this way.
A Suspension Bridge
Then, through boggy terrain we arrived at the waterfall. For the next hour, we tried to decipher what the correct way to cross it was. From where we come from, there aren’t many waterfalls, and when there is one, you don’t cross it, you just start a barbecue at its base. We more or less gave up and decided to wait for other hikers and see what the right way to approach this crossing was. Half an hour later a group of four appeared, “I hope you don’t mind, we’re tagging along,” we announced. Selecting the right crossing point was crucial, but once detected it was quite easy. All that's required is to nonchalantly step into the water and not bother about wet socks.
So apparently I forgot to take a picture of the big waterfall we had to cross. Luckily, I did take a picture of another very nice looking waterfall we encountered further ahead on the path.
Although the trail itself isn’t too long (18 km), it did take 10 hours to complete. Some of the highlights being a crumbling mountain top that we wanted to cross by walking on its ridge. Also we had a surprising encounter with a mysterious cloud that decided to land just on us, as we arrived at the mountain peak. By the end of our hiking experiences in Scotland, I can now pinpoint that this was the first encounter of many more to come.
Photo of the incoming cloud, moments before it was upon us
After completing the circular path and arriving back to the car park we noticed a sign that must have been there for quite some time, even though we somehow missed it. Looking at the signs, warning of the great danger ahead, we felt quite accomplished to have finished our first trail in Scotland with so many great pictures and memories.
Apparently this sign was here, lucky we didn’t fall I guess
Hearting breaking. We didn’t find any of these guys. It does add a certain ominous feeling to the trail
As she came down the stone path, she quietly whispered,” I think he’s proposing to her!”
“Oh, I think you got it wrong!” was my quiet response.
Then, kneeling, I drew out a the red velvet box I’d been secretly carrying all the way to Scotland. “Will you marry me?” I asked with traditional Scottish bagpipe music playing and gradually changing to The Wedding March.
It's a video, and has sound. So please watch it with your sound turned on!
This all started a couple of weeks ago. Back then, scheming and planning, I’d been trying to put forth my grand plan, to a proposal that wouldn’t be refused. My girlfriend and I were planning a two week trip to Iceland with a stopover in London. While looking at what views and scenery the UK had to offer, we gradually changed our plans and ended up with three weeks in Scotland and a couple of days in London.
To get into the swing of things, I started listening to traditional bagpipe music. I found its unique sound quite mesmerizing. This got me thinking, what could be better than to propose with bagpipe music playing in the background?
Writing down my thoughts, I asked the walkinghighlands forum members about their suggestions http://www.walkhighlands.co.uk/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=1&t=54375. The response was outstanding. Using their suggestions, I contacted munrobagpiper who (http://www.walkhighlands.co.uk/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=9&t=41501) came forward and offered his services. Though at first the idea was to propose on the Rings of Steall itself, as the proposal date came up, I had an ominous feeling that I should go with a simpler approach. With memories of past hikes my girlfriend and I had had that went on quite unexpected routes, I feared I’d miss munrobagpiper, and leave him by himself, playing to some random sheep perhaps.
So, we agreed, I’d propose on Loch Lomond, and as fate had it, it was a clear Thursday, with a beautiful sky and bright sun. There, enjoying the outstanding picnic prepared by munrobagpipe and his girlfriend, we decided, spontaneously, to celebrate our newly formed connection by hiking the Rings of Steall.
While most walk reports here describe unimaginable feats of hiking 40 miles in a single day, or completing a 100 km hike in two, this is quite the opposite. While my girlfriend and I are in OK shape, we’re still amateurs in using a map,and the topography in Scotland is quite different from what we’re used to.
We got to the Ben Nevis Campsite very late at night and set out early next morning. To make sure the weather was right we asked people in camp, all seemingly quite experienced, their impressions about the day’s weather were convincing. “The weather is brilliant, it doesn’t get much better than this,” was the response. Apparently, in our sunny, Mediterranean jargon, brilliant weather means quite a different thing.
We made our way to the Rings of Steall car park, what should have taken only half an hour or so, took much, much longer. Without much experience of driving in the countryside, we got stuck behind several groups of sheep that seemed to have their own timetable.
Sheep roaming the road, blocking cars and in general bullying the traffic
After an hour’s walk on a nice, clearly marked path, we arrived at what appeared to be a wire bridge. Not sure how to use one, we decided to attempt to cross through the river itself with well placed footsteps on mischievous stones. The current was strong and after getting our feet, shoes and trousers wet, we learned how to use a wire bridge. Luckily ,the way back didn’t require going back this way.
A Suspension Bridge
Then, through boggy terrain we arrived at the waterfall. For the next hour, we tried to decipher what the correct way to cross it was. From where we come from, there aren’t many waterfalls, and when there is one, you don’t cross it, you just start a barbecue at its base. We more or less gave up and decided to wait for other hikers and see what the right way to approach this crossing was. Half an hour later a group of four appeared, “I hope you don’t mind, we’re tagging along,” we announced. Selecting the right crossing point was crucial, but once detected it was quite easy. All that's required is to nonchalantly step into the water and not bother about wet socks.
So apparently I forgot to take a picture of the big waterfall we had to cross. Luckily, I did take a picture of another very nice looking waterfall we encountered further ahead on the path.
Although the trail itself isn’t too long (18 km), it did take 10 hours to complete. Some of the highlights being a crumbling mountain top that we wanted to cross by walking on its ridge. Also we had a surprising encounter with a mysterious cloud that decided to land just on us, as we arrived at the mountain peak. By the end of our hiking experiences in Scotland, I can now pinpoint that this was the first encounter of many more to come.
Photo of the incoming cloud, moments before it was upon us
After completing the circular path and arriving back to the car park we noticed a sign that must have been there for quite some time, even though we somehow missed it. Looking at the signs, warning of the great danger ahead, we felt quite accomplished to have finished our first trail in Scotland with so many great pictures and memories.
Apparently this sign was here, lucky we didn’t fall I guess
Hearting breaking. We didn’t find any of these guys. It does add a certain ominous feeling to the trail
