This morning I woke to the sound of howling winds. For several hours the winds tore around the house, but by mid-morning they had calmed enough to go for a walk. Burn Anne Walk is 15 miles from my house, so it means a jump in the car to get there. I parked in Barr Castle car park, in Glaston, which is a masonic lodge.
Barr Castle Galston
From the car park, it is a short walk on quiet roads, to get into the countryside. The walk starts by going through the woods of Burnhouse Brae and Cessnock Woods, before entering more open land. We had had quite a lot of rain overnight, well this is Scotland, and the path was imprinted with all the people who use this walk. There were footprints, paw marks, the occassional horseshoe imprint, and the tracks of a couple of mountain bikers. It is good to see the countryside being used and enjoyed by so many.
It was on the open land that the ground underfoot was frosty in places, and the patterns of frost on the fallen leaves was a reminder that this was the last weekend of January.
My training has begun in earnest. This week I hope to do another walk on Tuesday, with OiR, then a stretch class on Wednesday, and a Nordic walk on Friday.
Thank you for reading this far. This is a post in the series for “Training for Kilimanjaro” Namaste
The opportunity to climb Kilimanjaro came about after inviting a speaker to my local Rotary Club for which I am the speaker secretary. He was talking about the plight of the property previously known as Malcolm Sargent House. This house provided holidays for children and their families affected by cancer of life-threatening illnesses. The charity was looking for a plot to build a new house, and Billy came along to give us an update. From this meeting, and a chance comment on facebook after I had climbed Goatfell, I took the opportunity to sign up for the Kilimanjaro trek. To be honest, I felt a bit of a crank, as I like a walk along a flat river bank, but climbing up to 5,895 metres, is not something I have contemplated before
As a result of commiting to climbing Kilimanjaro, I thought it might be a good idea to actually get some walking in, and more to the point, hill-walking. So I joined a local group in my area, called Opportunities in Retirement, or OiR. They have several walking groups, and any pictures of walks up hills that you may have seen in previous posts, are on a walking trip with them. I am most grateful to Andy, who leads the group that I am in at the moment. As I get fitter, and closer to the climb, I will increase the intensity, and hopefully the mountain walking group will let me join them.
Living in Scotland, it is so easy to go hillwalking, with an easy hours drive from my back door. Here are some pictures of my very first hillwalk, just a few shorts weeks ago. I felt quite accomplished, as it was a steep climb very early on. My thanks to the patience of my fellow walkers, who encouraged me all the way.
Ailsa Craig: Volcanic Plug off the Ayrshire Coast
Yesterday I did my planned training walk, along the Ayrshire coast. We drove my car out to the end point, and returned home in my husband’s car, to start the walk from there. It was only then, that I discovered that my boots were in the back of my car, 7 miles away. I was resolved to wear a pair of trainers for my Easter Sunday walk.
What 1 wears when 1 has left 1’s boots in 1’s car!
I am trusting these boots to take me comfortably up Kilimanjaro in 2019. They are not yet my beloved, that honour goes to my very 1st pair of walking boots, that unfortunately passed away last year. Reading about preparing to make the climb, it appears that walking/hiking boots are not required the whole way, but I really don’t fancy carrying these on my back, so guess I will be wearing them the whole 40 miles or so.
Beloved Boots B in the AtoZChallenge
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