Surely it’s only on a Carnethy run can you chat about techniques for searching for dark matter (use a sea of liquid Xenon and look for molecules making the leap into the gas above – a mile underground in an old gold mine) and the sound bats make when you replay a recording 100 times slower (a bit like whales – soundtrack available on request); and also get stuck in a time warp in a magic wood somewhere off Mounthooly.
Mike, hope your back is easing. Thanks to Gordon for picking up the reins as run leader. A gang of eight met at the Morningside clock and took off for the Braids, and thence afterwards to any bit of green space vaguely on the way – or so it seemed. A good route though, on a great night, with plenty of mud for those feeling deprived of such. Occasionally we figured out where Gordon was taking us, sometimes down tracks that probably disappear at dawn. The question became what the course might look like from above. The closest I can get is a magic lantern that’s had a hard life, or was subject to some serious manufacturing defects. 8.7 miles in a shade over an hour and a half.
Pete Cain