An Inspector Calls

 

(This post is brought to you courtesy of Bill Gates/Alan Sloman and everyone else who has been telling me to get with Live Writer.)

 

 

Yup, it's time for my Winter round of Path Inspections.I have a decent selection including two in the village itself which can be done when I pop out for a lottery ticket. The other two are a bit more ambitious, and today (Tuesday) seemed an ideal chance to take advantage of the unseasonal spell of fine weather to tackle Logie to Menstrie.

 

What ?

 

Snow ?

 

Really ?

Well here in the land of The Chosen People it's been sunny, mild with the merest hint of a zephyr (or is it a zodiac?). So there.

I walked from home along the Back o Dykes Road to Logie Kirk

Remember I told you about the two twelth century hog back graves (Rosencrantz and Guldenstern) ?

Stonkin' good example of a Monkey Puzzle tree - probably from one of the first batches of seed to arrive from Chile.

The tone was set within the first 50m !

But fortunately I had come prepared in my Cozmic (blues again) boots.

This is a nice varied walk, one that I do sometimes even when I don't have the peaked cap and clipboard. It starts off in some woodland.

And then breaks out onto open hillside. This is the line of the old road, contouring along at about 50 ft above the flat carseland, which, until a couple of hundred years ago was impassable bog.

Cutsie little conservation village of Blairlogie

Up to this point I had had nothing to report then – shockaroonie

Can you say arseholes on Live Writer ?

Not evil landowners with barbed wire, just lazy twats who couldn't be arsed crossing the stile out of the carpark. My clipboard was throbbing, I can tell you !

However, about half a mile further on.......

 

Success !

Those of you who are stalking me will recall that, when i did my Autumn inspection, I remarked on a rather rotten sleeper bridge.

Well, to prove that someone listens to me, here's the brand spanking new replacement.

The final section is a farm road which melds into the Menstrie Glen/Lossburn path, but not today (I have plans to combine this with something else). So I slithered down the steep waterworks path to Menstrie - only partially on my backside.

Another fine day - another bonus.

 

OK . The Fine and Mellow music seemed to go down like a bucket of cold sick with you, so I'll try something more raucous

 

 

Google tossers

I was going to post, typed in all the text and then discovered that the shit platform that is Blogger would not allow me to upload pictures.
If I worked for this major multinational company, I would be embarrassed by the continuing lack of functionality in a product which bore the company logo.

Fine and mellow

Over eaten ? Pummeled by grandchildren ? "Important work" to do on the computer (while the washing up is being done) ?

Chill out with some cool sounds. Man.









(There you go, Scott)

But seriously, though....

Thanks to everyone who has read the blog this year, and particular thanks to those who have left comments and who write the interesting, and sometimes inspirational, blogs listed on the side bar.

I hope you all have a really crackin' festive season and, more importantly, an enjoyable and rewarding 2013

I'm not saying that it has been raining here..

but when I looked out the window this afternoon, Mrs.OM seemed to be having difficulty crossing the street to hand in Christmas cards to the neighbours.

Here's Stewart Lee Just to further polarise the readership

It's just physics, innit ?

A man walks up a hill without a pack. He uses x units of effort.

He walks up the same hill carrying a 10kg pack. He uses x+10 units

He loses 10kg of bodyweight (crash diet/liposuction ?) and walks up the hill again carrying a 10kg pack. He uses x units, Right ? And if so why does it not feel like that?

And why does the coffee and cheese buttie feel heavier in your pack than in your stomach ?  I think we should be told.

And still on the subject of mysteries of the Universe 'n that..
If it all goes pyramid shaped on Friday, you know who to blame





No not him ! Terence McKenna, who dreamed the whole thing up while doing mescaline in the good old '70s.
McKenna previously featured on this blog courtesy of Dangerous Danny, whose continued absence from the blogosphere detracts greatly from the gaiety of nations.

Wind of change ?

Interesting article in the Record today.(The Daily Record is Scotland's top selling tabloid and, naturally, Labour supporting)
Here

The story itself is not new, but the tone is
Now, the wind energy policy is currently supported by all 4 of Scotland's major political parties ( and the Tories), but I believe that if Labour sensed a groundswell of opinion based on the "waste of money"/ "cost to the consumer" arguments, they might realise that there are votes in it.
Still early days.