Monday, December 08, 2008


One of the many things I love about living in Scotland - specifically Glasgow - is that not only do I live in one of the most exciting and trendiest cities in the world, but I'm also only twenty minutes away from gorgeous scenery and wilderness.

There wasn't a cloud in the sky on Saturday, so after breakfast Paul offered to show me some of his glorious homeland. We decided to head towards the Campsies, to one of Paul's Grandfathers most treasured walks: the walk up Dumgoyne. Before we headed out for the day, we weren't really certain as to where and what we were going to do and as such, weren't really prepared for a hike. However, once we set off, it was just too gorgeous out to not partake in a little hill walking. Besides, what's a little mud, sweat and tears in wool coats and jeans for us hard weegies?

Paul, hard weegie that he is, loves the smell of burning peat in the morning.

Me, struggling up the hill, in my jeans and trainers.

Highland cows!

Can you see the snowy munros in the background?


Loth said...

Lovely photos and a lovely day out by the looks of it.

Jennifer said...

I love going for walks on that kind of day. Crisp, clear and feeling oh so refreshing

Squirmy Popple said...

Adrian and I walked up Dumgoyne once and then visited the Glen Goyne distillery afterwards. If I recall correctly, it started snowing on the way April.