Time has weighed heavy on me since my application to be a touch judge at the Beach Volleyball was turned down. If I had known the hassle it would cause, I would never have signed that bloody Register in the first place.
So, nothing else for it. I went for a walk.
Sheriffmuir is the western scrag end of the Ochils, where they meld into Strathallan.It's bounded by Bridge of Allan, Dunblane, and Auchterarder, and used to provide a short cut for drovers and others from the North and East heading for the choke point of Stirling Bridge and the markets of the Central Valley.
I went up the steps by the walnut tree and along the old coffin road to where Pathfoot village used to be.
Up through the ravine and out onto the moor. It's a steady pull uphill from here.
On a previous post i made a facetious reference to this car park and "d*****g" Boy did that bring in a lot of unexpected traffic and page views from people googling exotic outdoor activities.
The Heilandman's Well - cattle watering point for the drovers and now parking area for the easy approach to Dumyat.
When I was up here last year, they had just start extracting the timber. It's strange how disorientating it can be when forestry areas you have watched grow up suddenly disappear completely.
At this point I left the road to go cross-country as there was something I wanted to check on.
The white building in the distance is the Sheriffmuir Inn.I may take you up there sometime for a sarsaparilla. It used to be owned by a wrestler called Andy Robin who also owned Hercules the Bear.For those of you too young to remember Hercules, he featured in a series of TV commercials for toilet roll - The Big Softy ! He lived in a cage in the pub car-park where Andy would wrestle with him and feed him crisps and pints of beer for the amusements of the lieges. We made our own entertainment in those days.
This is what I was looking for. I'll put all the bits of the story together some time in a single post.
As every Scottish school kid used to know, It fell aboot the Lammastide, whem the muir men win their hay. Spooky.
I've been toiling a bit lately, particularly with uphill, so this was a bit of a "push the envelope" (what a stupid expression!). The Walkhighlands GPS thing says 8 miles and 300 metres up.I'll settle for that. Took me 5 hours which is about par for me these days.
Now, apparently we have been a bit raucous in the rock n roll department lately. There have been complaints from some of the old farts in the blogroll over to the right
So here's something soothing