Golden Evening

A great night for British athletics in London, but I missed most of it. It was such a nice evening, and the dog needed a walk, so went up the hill and down the glen with mad marley and Erin. There were a few moans going up, but she was happy coming back down, especially when we got into the gorge proper and could splash about in the burn. There was a bank of cloud rolling in from the Forth, just enveloped the hill as we left it. Met some gorge descenders who reassured me that it was more straightforward than the last guy I met up there told me. No requirement for static ropes and its bolted all the way down. Might give it a go before the summers out. Any blippers with a wet suit and climbing harness fancy joining me??

This photo was taken on the demolition site of the old Academy (secondary school) where flowers are poking through the rubble.