On a chilly, but clear, night fifteen people came out of the woodwork, although just one was brave enough to be wearing shorts. Actually, it was sixteen including Amber, seemingly getting almost sensible now, and keeping her counsel. She did get a bit narked when we were clearly just hanging around blethering at the trig point on the Braid Hills – which we learnt from our Edinburgh oracle, aka Mike, is not the highest point and called Buckstone Snab (It’s 5m short).
The social runs continue to allow catching up on news, and a gradual putting of names to faces. For example, I now know Morven isn’t Linsey & vice versa. They’ve probably known this for quite a while.
Doing things the Carnethy way
On a recent Wednesday night run with Fiona, who’s been doing run leader training, there was a joke about a requirement for any proper Carnethy run to not only involve the clambering over of a wall, but of sneaking in something unexpected just as people thought they were on the home straight. On this occasion Ken wimped out of fence hurdling (forgivably so since it had impressively pointy rusty bits), but there was the gradual realisation his way of getting home was going to involve Blackford Steps.
Ken made up for it, presumably having spent hours, if not days, poring over an Almanac to get the timing right for us to witness a very orange moon rising over the right hand edge of Arthurs seat. In an astronomical coincidence, we were right next to the old observatory! In keeping with that realisation, and courtesy of this website https://www.timeanddate.com/astronomy/night/ I think the two upper white blobs right of the moon are Castor & Pollox.
Run Stats: 5 miles. 70 minutes.
Pete Cain