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| Stonehaven Beach 23 May 2013 |
I have deliberately made the heading for this blog
salacious. The last time I used the word
‘virgin’ in the title of one of my posts I got a record number of hits. Smut sells
apparently. If you are wondering what I was writing about last time, it was in my
post of 24 August 2012. I can’t do the clever linky thing so you’ll just have
to look it up in the blog index to the right of this post if you really want to
check it out. Another post of mine,
incidentally, that also got a large number of hits, was one in which I made a
mildly jocular reference to missile testing in North Korea. The statistics thingy on blogger informed me
that many of those additional hits were from China.
Paranoid? Moi?
From Feughside I could have made the coast in one long day.
Instead I split it into two short walks. Having heard that the tracks in the Fetteresso
Forest were being pretty much mucked about by large amounts of heavy machinery, building another useless windfarm, I
had decided to skirt around the edge and head for Lochton, where there was a B
and B called Lochton House. This, to my
mind, was an amazing coincidence, what with it being located at a place called
Lochton. I had phoned ahead and was told it was fully booked, but when she
found out I was on the Challenge, the landlady, Anne, kindly said she would
find some space for me to crash on the floor in a spare room or let me camp in the
garden.
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| Mulloch Stone Circle |
It didn’t matter it was a short day. I would fill it by
buying a newspaper at Strachan on the way to Lochton and then read it slowly over coffee
and cake in the café there. As it turned
out, no I wouldn’t. There isn’t a shop in Strachan to buy a newspaper, or to
buy anything else for that matter. Nor
is there a café. So I ambled slowly
along the lanes, with the weather almost reverting to that of a week earlier, strong
blustery squalls and showers of rain, sleet and hail. For the first time on the walk I actually
bothered to stop to brew up. This was in Knock Wood, and I then diverted a short
way to see an ancient stone circle shown on the OS Map. It wasn't
exactly Stonehenge or Avebury, but I am sure that such showy Stoneage vulgarity was over
doing it if all you needed to do was to sacrifice a few virgins. And then it was on to Lochton, and a nice cup
of tea with Anne, a pitch in the garden, and the keys to the house as Anne
was off out for the evening. This was to allow me to make use of the facilities, including a
shower and sit inside if I wished. And in the morning I got the full Scottish
breakfast and then Anne tried to say I only need pay a fiver for all this - breakfast, camping, shower, sitting room and loo, which was way
under the odds. Another of the very kind people I met over the fortnight.
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| Not very wild camping at Lochton House |
The following day I set off along what is called the ‘Slug Road’ towards
Stonehaven. Why? Not why did I set off to Stonehaven, as that should be obvious to anyone cleverer than a slug. Why is that road so named? The first few miles were
horrible as it was very busy and it was tipping it down. It is telling to watch
and consider driver behaviour towards pedestrians when there isn’t a pavement.
I estimate about half don’t slow down at all, and about a quarter don’t even
move out. A simple, polite action which might add at most 10 or 15 seconds to their journey, yet
potentially prevent a serious accident and even avoid killing someone, seems to
be beyond some of the morons who are allowed behind the wheels of cars, vans
and lorries.
I pondered on the name of this busy road and, of course, I
was ridiculously pleased when I eventually saw a real slug in the road. Once
I could cut off onto minor roads the walk improved tremendously, despite the
driving showers of hail and rain. Then the sea came into view, and then Stonehaven, and then
Graham, the only other Challenger I had seen since leaving Feughside. Graham
and I walked down to Stonehaven together. It was really good to have company
for this last stretch of the walk, and we were both a little taken aback by
being stopped on the outskirts of the town by an elderly gentleman who simply wanted
to know if we were Challengers and then congratulate us on getting across. How nice. It added to the feeling we had done something special.
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| The obligatory toe in sea photograph |
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| Stonehaven Harbour |
So we arrived on the beach. The sun had just come out and we
smiled a lot and took photographs and that was it really. I’m not certain what
I felt. Pleased to have made it across and not given up. Certainly. Sad it was over? I’m not sure.
Glad it was over? I don’t think so, but I’m not sure of that either. The normal mixture
I suppose many experience. I’m not even certain I know now, three or more weeks later.
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| Park Hotel Montrose |
And then it was the train to Montrose and the dinner at the Park Hotel and the
pleasure in seeing what felt like long lost friends, none of whom I had ever
met just a fortnight earlier, and then it really was sad thinking that I would not
often, if at all, see these people again. Unless, of course, my name comes out of
the hat next year……
Now, where are those maps? My route is going to be so much
better second time around. It will be more challenging. I will be fitter. There will be less apprehension and more
anticipation. Less road walking. A bit more bog. A hill or two. Or even three. Callater
Lodge and Tarfside. And even the occasional deviation from 180 degrees east. And whatever the weather the sun will shine. As another, far more experienced Challenger is fond of saying, "it's all in the mind".
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| Challenge Dinner, Park Hotel |
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| Chas and Dave with Vicky and Toby |
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| With Chas and Dave. Dave was the youngest Challenger and the best catcher of a duck you ever did see :) |
