Arbroath. Last Stop.

I made it. 

Up at 07:00, minimal breakfast and on the road at 08:00 

Hiked for an hour, than took a bus to get to my starting point. Then on the road:The road was pleasant and the weather warm. 

Finally arrived in Arbroath around noon:My feet in the ocean

Along the way, whenever I mentioned I was going to end up in Arbroath, I was always told to have a Smokie. A Smokie is a smoked haddock. My first Smokie. And it was all it was hyped up to be. It was outstanding. Warm, Smokie and delicious. 

Here is the shop next door that made it:

After lunch, I boarded a bus to Montrose and signed in:

That’s it. More later. Brain dead. Exhausted. But happy. 


Forfar Update

Alright, a confession, I had dinner at a sit down Chinese restaurant. Was going to keep this lowkey but we have no secrets, do we? Well a few, for instance, not many of you know I am berift of hair.

Anyhow, had dinner at a really good Cantonese place (yeah, the Chinese have a hold on me) and rather than walk back to the hotel, walked up the Highstreet to a bar in tribute to Robert Burns. Ended up talking to some great old guys (put me in that category). 

We toasted Nickerson. And they sent their condolences. That’s Steve on the left, an ex-chef with a bad knee on his way to Portagual at the end of June. Next to him is Scott, the bartender, who I believe, we entertained with our spittal and wit. Finally is Johnnie (not to be confused with John who was ten years younger and left earlier), who is going to the Canary Islands in a forenight. John worked on ships when he was younger and has seem more of the world than most.

But the great thing is, we all toasted Nickerson.

Nickerson was a great cat.

That’s it. Time for bed.

Forfar? For sure! But First, I Gotta Stop By Letham.

Tuesday, May 23, Forfar

Up at 08:00, minimal breakfast at the hotel and on the road by 09:40.

Walking out of town I came across this sculpture:It’s for Bon Scott (1946-1980), lead singer in AC/DC. Apparently, Peter Pan was not the only boy from Kirriemuir who refused to grow up. 

It was fitting that today being my second to the last day of hiking and the last with any chance of being wild, was a smorgasbord of hiking experiences. 

The first bit was hiking along a medium busy “A” road out of town until I could cut into the countryside. I went from minor roads to farm roads. 

To pathsTo fans bahing hello (or could that be, “Bugger off, bitch.”)Down these narrow, narrow dents in the countryside.
Then to a bit of a bog (loved it) and shoulder wide paths through the countryside. I hiked through farm fields, lost the path and had to scramble.My actual hike for the day was to Letham, but there was no lodging available so I hiked there and then doubled back to Forfar. Far? Not really.

Made it to The Queens Hotel around 16:00. Another great place in the middle of nowhere. 

One more day to go. I’m ready for it to be over but delighted for today’s varied hikes. 

And finally, two cool cats died today:Roger Moore, who played a pretty cool James Bond.


Nickerson, sunning himself yesterday. He played a pretty cool friend. 

26k 240m

Day 10 of hiking. Two days left. Two days for self reflection.

Monday, May 22, Kirriemuir

There is a saying, “The unexamined life is not worth living.” (Thank you old Greek guys). 

But again, there is many a life examined, not worth living. I suspect I end up somewhere in between. 

Many friends thought this hike would be a great way to get out of the day-to-day stress and pull of life and really have an opportunity to muse, think grand thoughts and hone in on the meaning  of life.

The fact is, and I say this from the perspective of other TGOC’rs as well, it is all about putting one foot in front of the other and trying to maintain a comfortable body temperature. 

If you think about it, what more in life is there but moving ahead and not freezing? Not freezing physicially, not freezing emotionally, not freezing when the path of life suddenly sucks you up to your knees in muck. 

So right now, that’s as close as I can get to introspection. Although, right now, my body temperature is ideal, and my legs are muck free.

Up at 07:30, breakfast at the hotel and on the road at 09:37. 

The day started off actually sunny. The gods of Scotland were having a laugh. The weather turned gray, about 45 minutes into the hike and and hour later was pouring rain.This is rape seed, prior to being oil. It is a huge crop in Scotland.Part of today was along the Alyth Burn.

There were, as always, great views, even in the rain. But the truth is, not much really to report for the day except slight back soreness and wet shoes. I think of walking in wet shoes as walking in a warm brown tea. A horrible disgusting warm brown tea.

I arrived in Kirriemuir in the afternoon to a small inn, with outstanding food. No more Chinese for me (for the foreseeable future).

Kirriemuir is the birthplace of Sir James Matthew Barrie, who wrote Peter Pan. Above my bed is this inscription:

That is it for today, with the exception of one very sad thing. One of my favorite cats to ever own me, Nickerson, is on his death bed. He’s old, he’s had a good life and it is his time. But darn, I wish I could be there so he doesn’t think I abandoned him. In the second life, we could all do a lot worse than come back as a domestic cat.

Nini, Nickerson.

26km 487m

Back Roads.

Sunday, May 21, Blairgowrie & Rattray

Forgot to mention yesterday there was a wedding party going on in the hotel. It looked like a kilt convention. 

After checking in I had lunch then explored the village and found a pub around the corner where the wedding party had spilled into. 

Meet Paul, Frank Maxwell (wearing the Maxwell tartan) and Richie, wearing the colors of the isle of Skye (forget the clan). Great guys all, Paul was a roughneck in the North Sea, three weeks on, three weeks off. 

Up and breakfast at 08:30. Packed and on the road at 09:45. The town of DunkeldThe view from my room.

The day started out dull gray but dry. That wasn’t to be for long. The initial path, at the beginning of the day was lovely but straight up.Great vistas.

Really not much to report except these guys were for some reason fascinated by my approach:

The road continued with more great views.

Almost to town when I saw this sign:That is what I look like hiking down the road but I don’t know the purpose of the sign. I think it might be an early warning system for young people. A metaphor. WARNING: AROUND THE NEXT CORNER THIS WILL BE YOU. Something like that. 

Finally came up to one of my favorite things, a sign indicating I have arrived.

It’s a very cool little town on the River Ericht. 
Ran into TGOCr Phillip, whom I first met at Rannoch Station. We talked in the hotel pub then, for me it was up to catch up on this and chill.

I did manage to find Chinese take-out and yes, ate my share. Not a big day, not a bad day. Just one day closer to completion. Three days to go.

17km.  235m

The Long And Windy Road, Part 2.

Saturday, May 20, Dunkeld

Well, I hit send a bit before I was ready in the last update. Perhaps it was in the spirit of the soap box. Perhaps it was my need to share. Perhaps it was my clumsy fingers hitting the wrong key. 

But before I move on with the day, a couple things I neglected to enter earlier. 

While staying in Blair Atholl, I was at dinner at the pub, assuming I would be dinning solo. But I spotted a couple not wearing cotton, with the lean look of TGOC’rs. And they were. Gerry and Nicole (not a couple) are on their 6th crossing. Nicole is an Austrian living in Inverness saving lives and Gerry is a Brit saving souls. 

I opted for both. 

We had a great time talking, sharing travels and the love of TGOC. Nicole was bemoaning not running into more TGOC’rs and I agree. She said we are a day ahead of the hike and that might be part of it. 

One of the great things about this adventure is meeting others doing the same thing. But alas, things unfold as they do.

Earlier that day, Gordan (proprietor of the Blair Atholl B&B) mentioned there might be another TGOC’r staying there who was having equipment issues. I didn’t see him that night but at breakfast the next day, fumbling through my maps for that days’ hike, the guy sitting at the next table leaned over and introduced himself. Geoff, a Welsh man, is on his 8th crossing, having successfully finished six.  His last unfinished hike had him tumbling down a severe foot hill.

“You roll on three sides then hit the rucksack and fly for five or six feet. Roll, roll, roll, fly. Bloody inconvenient.” 

After breakfast he stopped by my room for a chat and we compared feet. What is stopping Geoff this time is his shoes, simply have disintegrated. Literally they are in pieces. I thought of taking a picture of his ankles to share, but don’t want to put you off venison. 

Alright, back to today.

The walk was really pleasant with the exception of the constant rain. The good news is I have totally gotten use to eating in the rain. These blue/violet flowers were in bloom along my walk, and I cannot remember a more beautiful bloom to see.The last two miles, into Dunkeld, were covered in these flowers. It was raining and the path along the River Tay, was like something out of a Disney movie. Dark, moody, musky, quiet, primordial. 

I arrived in Dunkeld six hours after leaving Pitlochry to the Atholl Arms Hotel, several. Hundred years old. I fit right in. 

21 km 322 m

The Long And Winding Road.

Today was a lovely walk with the exception of constant rain. Every once and a while, it would let up to a light drizzle.

Pylons were set up for the next day along the high street.  

The town of Pitlochry was preparing for a huge bicycle rally tomorrow and cones and bikes were everywhere. 

I paid for my B&B and if you will permit me, I’d like to stand on a soapbox and complain. The couple who owned the B&B were very nice but seemed to think that the cost of credit card processing should be passed on to the holder of the card and not them. I look at it as a cost of doing business. The restaurant I ordered a pizza from the night before didn’t complain about the cost, they absorbed it. And so did every other place in Scotland I’ve used my card. Build the cost into your business model, but don’t make it my problem. Plus, and this is what really hurts, they were concerned about letting me eat Chinese food in their B&B dining room for fear of odors. How can anyone not like Chinese food? I ended up eating it on the sidewalk. Alright, that is my only complaint for the trip.