With the gently rising panic of the C5 suggesting we engage in damage limitation via hill training, we headed up to Flotterstone on Sunday 27th Jan. While it was mildly breezy at street level in the capital, by the time we got up Turnhouse we met the roaring breath of an angry god.
Mr. Flappy Face
Despite the wind it was a good day to be out and up the hills. Cobwebs were duly dispersed and spirits were high. However before we climbed East Kip we had had plenty of being shoved about and descended to the Howe. It was so pleasant by comparison that neither of us voted to climb any further hills and the normally untenable choice of running back along the tarmac next to the reservoirs seemed, for once, a viable option. In fact a lovely option. The light was excellent and there were a couple of feathered friends to take photos of which always brightens up a day out. Unfortunately there were loads of passers-by (being the weekend) and inevitably them and their dogs made the birds jumpy. But not before they posed for a couple of pics.
dipper!
enjoying a dip
Goldeneye - it dived before I got any decent images.
(oops - halfway up Turnhouse before I remembered to put on Suunto)
Just over 8 miles in total.
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