They’re everywhere. And they’re prepared for any eventuality. Bobble hat, foul-weather jacket, gloves, padded trousers, gaiters and expensive hiking boots.
And they all have bulging haversacks, compasses, maps and those walking sticks that look like ski poles. You can see thousands of them every weekend. Not in the Cairngorms or in the wilds of Sutherland. Rather, you’ll find them disgorging from buses in Linlithgow.
The only surprise is that they’re not all roped together. Dressed for serious action and survival in the mountains, they doddle along the path that encircles Linlithgow Loch.
As for those who do the serious stuff; I’ve never understood the fascination with “Munro Bagging”.
I joined my sister when she climbed her last Munro only for her to announce: “Hang on… I’ve been here before.”
However, I have always fancied myself as a bing bagger.
I’ve completed all the shale tips in West Lothian, you know. And I did it in denims, a T-shirt and trainers.
It’s all good training for when I tackle the route round Linlithgow Loch.