This is a personal blog mainly to do with hillwalking things but with other stuff as well.....maybe the odd rant..
Friday, 11 June 2010
TGO The End
After a slightly earlier than intended start and after a light breakfast of an energy bar and a cuppa, I marched off towards the sea. I’d told the family that my eta at Scurdie Ness would be about two o’clock. It soon became clear that I’d be there long before that, so I started to ring their phones. Nobody answered. I texted. Empty bucket. I crossed Rossie Moor (a fine bit of heathland if ever there was one) and tried again with the phone. Silence. I came across some Angus road men mending holes in the road. One of them smiled broadly, showing his tooth.
“Infer eggwump narr treddly worvace kigglie nobs?” he exclaimed.
“Toon exter otter spoon TGO elsie tanner invertebrate” My knowledge of the local dialect is patchy, as you can see.
“Ah!” says he, smacking down a spadeful of tarmac. “Esher twangle gollum Scordie Ness…..Park Hotel heh heh heh….”
“Absolutely” I tried another text. Zilch. A lighthouse came into view. The phone rang. I told the wife I’d be there at half eleven. In the end, I arrived at Scurdie Ness at eleven and was greeted by a large black bull and some seagulls. I met elements of the family at Ferryden and the dog and the wife at Montrose, but the moment had passed. Later, though, I got me kiss off Cameron McNeish, and me plaque and a bottle of fizzy. And a fine night of boozing followed well into the next day. There was a fruitless search of Montrose for a kebab shop or, indeed, any kind of food, involving the Fight Club Hikers and meself, but in the end we just had to repair to the campsite to finish off Peter’s brandy supply. We seem to have been shadowed by a police van for a while…. There was inebriation and random acts of harmless violence quite similar to those at Stonethwaite. (see the daunder report) And that was that. This is the end. I am now a Leg End, along with many other Leg Ends past and future. I’ll probably have a year off next year before I embark on a campaign to do twenty TGO Challenges. The new TGO editor is, I have to say, quite a bit prettier than Cameron and the kiss will be more betterer. Todays pics are mainly from Martin Banfield and Adrian Fortune. Thanks Martin and Adrian. The end.
I am a retired NHS Personnel person. All I do nowadays is walk about.
I used to have my pet dog Bruno with me (in the front page pic). he was Superdawg but he died. Now I have Lucky the pup. He's a bit like Bruno, only smaller and more suspicious.