Walk Alone

 

Source of the River Forth

After 4 or 5 weeks of being housebound as I recovered from becoming bionic with a new hip, I have begun to take my legs for walks in familiar haunts. The occasional shopping trip started the comeback once I was able to ditch the crutches, and then I attended some exercise classes in the nearby community-run leisure centre. It was time for a walk on the wild side, so into the Trossachs forests, where I had run over 18.000 miles whilst wearing out my original hip. I did a couple of kilometres frolicking about on a dank winter's afternoon, taking photos of places I had run past on thousands of occasions. Walking alone seemed just right.

Loch Ard

Exit of Loch Ard

A couple of days later, I had met Gregor and Emily for a Sunday Lunch on an equally dull, drizzly day and decided to take a stroll around Flanders Moss on the way home. The chill wind and harsh, boggy, washed-out landscape had a bleak beauty. I ambled around with hands deep in the pockets of the insulated jacket and the hood up. This was reminiscent of hundreds of mountain walks, but with no gradient. That is what I am looking forward to next.

Flanders Moss Viewing Tower

Under the Boardwalk, having some fun

Carbon Capture

Flanders Moss below Thornhill