Legs don’t fail me tomorrow

Well, the sun has set on the last day of 2023, and what a lovely sunny day it was here in Edinburgh. This morning was glorious for my climb up onto Arthur’s Seat, yes, I went all the way up. Just scoping out my final ascent path for the morning, I’m going a different way than I’ve done the last few years, this one will take a little longer but it won’t be such a scrabble up.

A gorgeous morning, bet it won’t be so nice tomorrow!

It was relatively quiet up at the top this morning at ten o’clock. Yes, early for me but tomorrow I’m gonna be even earlier, well that’s the plan, and now that I’ve told you, I’m much less likely to back out of it. Oh, I’m not having a late night, of course I’ll see the bells in but I won’t be awake much longer probably. I may go see Wonka later this evening but no carousing for this moose.

For some Christmas is a time of ghosts, for me it’s New Year’s Eve, so many glorious memories; carousing and dancing into the small hours, oh, all the dancing. Some drift away, some motor away, some get lost, some are lost. I know every one of them would have been blown away by Marah and Rough, Potts, Smit, Babyface.

Enough maudling!! Almost time to eat, methinks. Well, cook, two chicken thighs in a curry and a third to be cooked for a sandwich tomorrow, sustenance for the expedition! That, a slice of christmas cake and a hip flask of whisky. Ah, that’s a point, where is the hip flask? It does like to hide. Hang on. Haha, it was where it should be, for once.

Have a great Hogmanay and a Happy New Year wherever you are, whatever you’re up to, with whoever you’re with! And if you’re on Instagram check out all the brilliant clips of the lads playing in the Liquid Room the other night.

Toodle pip 💛

Twas the night before Hogmanay

…. And everywhere was sodden. Well, I’m back in Edinburgh and it’s very wet here, as wet as Yorkshireland was for the last week. Remember that reservoir I visited in the summer? In October the water level was barely any higher, then I went again this time, a tad higher, finally….

As I went past on my journey north I noticed that just in five days the level had risen about another couple of metres or so up the dam wall. It barely stopped raining, here in Edinburgh, at all today, luckily for tomorrow night’s revellers it looks like it should be drier for plenty of the evening. I’ll probably be in Whistlebinkies for a good part of the night, well, it is the Moanin Bones playing after the bells, sounds a fine way to start the year to me!

Unfortunately the forecast is for rain on New Year’s Day – not good for heading up Arthur’s Seat. Not just because I hate getting wet, but the ground will be very soggy and within the first hour of people walking up, the slopes will be a quagmire, a mud bath. Slippery ice is one thing, but mud can be worse – the fact that you’ve fallen over will be very visible to all! The way back down could be very precarious.

I’m hoping for a brief window of dry early on, that is, hoping I can be up early after a night at Binkies. Of course, if it were raining hard then the climb would be postponed til the next day. There is the extra remit that I don’t succumb to illness within the next thirty three hours; half the family came down with things over Christmas, I escaped, or did I? Is it just still incubating inside me – my throat has been tad sore today. Where’s the tcp? Time to gargle, then head to bed.

I’ll leave you with a couple more pics from Yorkshireland ….

That’s the reservoir on the left there. Just one little reminder that many years ago this house was a pub – the Blue Ball.

Not the best-looking but by’eck it tasted good!

For one night only – Hog 2020

It’s nearly midnight, well, twenty minutes to go. I have a glass of cider and a bottle of Laphroaig for the odd medicinal swig and to toast the bells, of course! On visuals I have Jools Holland’s Annual Hootenanny on the telly, just dipping in to listen occasionally, as on primary audio I have Des Was A Bowie Fan: A New Year’s Eve Dance From the Valleys a find on Facebook which is wonderfully like a night at old favourite the Citrus Club, formerly of Grindlay Street. Just up for the occasional bop, otherwise I’m sofa-ing tonight……

Resting my hip ready for the morning
Guarding my Laphroaig from that bloody owl

Happy New Year, my darlings 💛