Sunday, 2 September 2018

The weekly brew 12

It's been a long time since anyone has been in here. Especially me. Over a year in fact. There are reasons for that which I'll mention briefly but won't go into great detail about.

Basically life got in the way (as it often does) and it's fair to say that a lot has happened since I last took the notion to document getting out for a decent wander. Since my last blog post (a first look, for me at least, at a Locus gear Khufu) my health started to deteriorate. Specifically my Sarcoidosis was flaring and my lung function nose-dived. This may go some way to help explain (at least to me anyway) why my NTWHW attempt failed spectacularly. My mother's health also took a worrying turn for the worse around the same time. Since then, Louise and I also sold our flat in Hamilton and bought a small house out in the lovely nearby village of Glassford, or "The Glessart" as its known locally...and most of my spare time since the move has seen me with a paint brush in my hand.

Anyway, things have settled down with the house move. I'm responding well to different medication and my mothers health also seems to have recovered for the time being. So with my breathing (sort of) working again and being extremely bored of home DIY, I decided to take advantage of Fridays weather window, get out for a walk, get acquainted with a new friend and re-acquainted with an old one.

Being out of practice, I took my merry time packing a daysack and printing off a map of my intended route only for Kype Muir wind farm to put spanner in the works. Irritated as I was, Nellie dug and I weren't going to let it ruin our day as an old favourite (Dungavel hill) was only another few miles down the road anyway.

For it being the first time in a long time that I'd been out with a pack on my back and covering a decent mileage I was pleasantly surprised at being able to keep up a decent (for me anyway) pace. I felt like the cobwebs were suddenly blown away and I was back to being my normal self again. It never ceases to amaze me just how powerful something as simple as getting out for a good walk can be for the mind.

Even in the lee side of the large summit cairn it was quite blustery up on the top which was the perfect excuse to test pitch my new tarp (an Alpkit 2ig 3.5). My reasons for replacing my trusty old red companion, is that I had been getting increasingly irritated pitching it as it was made from spinnaker and therefore had no stretch or give to it. This can mean an awkward pitch if the ground isn't level. I also felt something with centre panel lifters would make for a much more useful space underneath (especially if there are two of us in there). I won't review it or go on about it as it's an ancient model that everybody is well aware of and I doubt I could add any worthwhile insights into it after 1 use anyway. I was mightily impressed with it though, and am pretty sure it'll be my pack almost every time I go out these days.

We (the dug and I) lingered on that summit for a good long while on Friday afternoon taking in the view, the fresh air and playing with meths stoves. In fact several cuppas were drunk before we reluctantly had to pack up and head home for dinner.

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