Even we had brilliant weather yesterday, Friday 20th March 2009. I’m sure it hit the amazing heights of 17 deg Celsius here in the North of Scotland. I removed my fleece jacket and slung it round my shoulders while I was enjoying a calm coastal walk.
There was a stone stile to climb, a large slate barrier finishing up against a drystone dyke; there was not enough room to swing the legs round the lowest slate, so I eased over.
Then the unexpected. In the middle of nowhere, a dilapidated turquoise “sit and be thankful” resting against the stone dyke separating the farmlands from the coastal path. So I did sit, getting a wet rear for my pleasure; though it soon dried off in the sun.
Everything around us sparkled, all was very bright, the sea water was clear, the sky was so blue. Even the dead grasses and the slowly reviving heathers looked great. It is too soon to describe things as being lush. How joyous though to be able to take advantage of such a great weather day.
There was a waterside cormorant pow wow that caught my attention; they had a seagull visiting. No doubt the ambassador laying a path for some very senior feathered dignitary.
Further on a broken stile had not been repaired and spiked wiring (with bits of sheep wool caught on it) had been stretched across the upright flagstones and the remains of the stile, at a heights obviously set to deter intrepid walkers from going further. These things are made to ignore, and with such good weather, there was no risk in descending and easing round the lower level slates, where it appeared someone else in the past had done the same thing and had cut the wire. It didn’t matter that a few hundred yards further on there was a stepped and flowing stream cutting through the ground. The decision was either to wash the boots of mud while fording the stream and plod on, or call it walkers’ end.