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March Slow Sunday Pentlands Run
Great weather and a great turnout of eleven Carnethies (Marcel, Nick, Nikki, Ruth, Aileen (sp?), Anne, Carolyn, Neil, Richard, Chris, and myself) for the second slow Sunday run in the Pentlands. We started at Cobbs/Craigdon, crossed the bypass and stayed low along the track to the Dreghorn parking spot. Then we headed away from the bypass onto nicer trails towards the Bonaly carpark and the up in the direction of White Hill. Then cross country towards Capelaw. We contoured around to the east and down to the stile where we met Mark and Barra for a chat and photo. Then up to the summit of Allermuir. My timing/route planning was a bit off so Carolyn and I descended the most direct way towards Swanston and back over to Craigdon in order to get her back in the promised 2 hours. The others carried on across the ridge to Caerketton and down past Hillend. Our large numbers and a crowded cafe meant we were split into two very social groups for post run coffee, cakes and at least one sausage roll. In the end it was about 7 miles and 1200 feet in just over 2 hours.
If you fancy something similar come out on Sunday April 30. Same start point, 9:00 am. Route TBD.
Sean Walker
Spring Bike Tour
A forecast of polar air at 3C from the NE with snow flurries presaged a tough day out. Earlier warnings issued about multiple river crossings needing waterproof socks were largely ignored despite the unavoidable nine river crossings. This led to bizarre cycling breaks to carry out hill reps to restore foot circulation.
We enjoyed brief shafts of sunlight between hail showers. The production of a stove and hot coffee by Craig moderated the chill before the subterranean inspection of Goblin Ha’ in the Yester estate. Entry to the estate was challenged by an extremely grumpy guy trying to stop us frightening the grazing horses, unaware that since 2003 we no longer had any obligation to follow rights of way. He failed. We respected our obligation not to frighten the horses, which enjoyed our company as we negotiated the electric fence maze into the woods.
The subterranean inspection of the tunnel to the defended well from the crypt of Goblin Ha’ was pleasantly mild compared with the blasts of hail up on Lammer law. Further entertainment was provided by warnings of death by gunfire on the shooting range as we re-ascended towards the Soutra wind farms and repeated all the river crossings on the return route. Just as we reached the top of the last climb, Jane punctured. We managed to nurse her back to base with multiple re-inflations to offset creeping hypothermia as the last hail shower blew through.
A bracing seven hour tour for four hours of cycling plus paddling, hill reps and speleology.
42km + 1000m climb.
Jane, Julia, Craig, Gio, Jonathon, Keith
Keith Burns
First Slow Sunday Pentlands
Today was the first of hopefully many Sunday slow social runs in the Pentlands. In the end four of us (Marcel, Nick, Jack and myself) set off from the Criag Don/Cobbs carcarpark. We enjoyed a lovely trot round with good chat and even a few hills. The pleasant weather was briefly interrupted by a snow squall on top of Capelaw. We capped the morning off with a post run coffee (Thanks again Marcel) at a very busy Cobbs. In the end it was almost 7 miles and 1400 feet in just under 2 hours.
If you fancy something similar come out on Sunday 26 March. Same start point, 9:00 am. Route TBD.
Sean Walker
Night Run – Plaque Attack
Wednesday night saw a good number of runners gather on a clear and cold night on Calton Hill for nearly 8 miles of running between plaques, memorials and inscriptions. Finishing at Napier University at Merchiston, the following were visited in order (if anyone would like full notes then please drop me a note):
James Craig plaque, Observatory House, Calton Hill: Craig was the planner of Edinburgh’s first new town and the architect of Observatory House. He also created an impressive legacy of work, not least Surgeon’s Hall, Botanic Gardens buildings, various churches, engineering projects and parts of Glasgow’s Victorian Georgian grid system.
Jane Haining Auschwitz Stone, Cairn on Calton Hill: Jane Haining was a Scottish missionary for the Church of Scotland in Budapest, who was recognised in 1997 by Yad Vashem in Israel as Righteous Among the Nations for having risked her life to help Jews during the Holocaust. She is one of ten Scots (including two or three women) who died in the Nazi extermination camps. Her name is inscribed on a wall of honour in the Garden of the Righteous in Jerusalem.
Free French House plaque, Regent Terrace: The “Maison Ecossaise des Français Libres” (Scottish Free French House) was inaugurated by General Charles de Gaulle on 23rd June 1942, during a visit to Edinburgh. His speech here was consecrated wholly to the French-Scottish Alliance, which he described—in a since then oft-repeated formula—as “the oldest alliance in the world”.
Centre of Edinburgh Bollard, Waverley Gate: The bollard doesn’t denote the true geographical centre of Edinburgh. Instead, it marks the location of the original Edinburgh General Post Office. All postal codes radiate outwards from the bollard. Additionally, all street numbers begin at the end of the street that’s closest to the bollard.
Icelandic National Anthem plaque, London Street: Icelandic composer Svienbjörn Svienbjörnsson lived here during the 1870s, and he probably never imagined that one of his pieces composed here would become his country’s national song. Lofsöngur (Or Hymn, in English) would become the national anthem in 1944, following Iceland’s independence from Denmark.
Felix Yaniewicz inscription, Great King Street: Edinburgh’s first music festival took place over 200 years ago, and it all revolved around one fascinating – and still slightly mysterious – figure born in Vilnius, then part of the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth. What Yaniewicz discovered in Edinburgh, however, was “an already thriving musical community”, and what he did was to focus this activity into one place. Thus, the Edinburgh International Festival was born.
Kenneth Grahame plaque, Castle Street: Born in Castle Street, Grahame moved south to Berkshire and he and his siblings lived in a spacious, dilapidated house called The Mount, in expansive grounds, and were introduced to the riverside and boating by their uncle, who was a curate at Cookham Dean church. This ambience, particularly Quarry Wood and the River Thames, is believed by Grahame’s biographer Peter Green to have inspired the setting for The Wind in the Willows.
Alexander Graham Bell plaque, South Charlotte Street: Bell, an educator of deaf people and inventor of the telephone was born here in 1847. He became involved with work on elocution and speech influenced by his father and grandfather and the fact that both his mother and his wife were deaf. His research led him to experiment with hearing devices. He constructed the first telephone at Boston in 1875, was awarded the US patent in 1876 and introduced his invention to Britain two years later.
Douglas Haig inscription, Charlotte Square: Haig was born into the famous whisky-distilling family, and is best known as the commander of the allied troops on the Western Front during the First World War. He was promoted to the rank of Field Marshal in 1917. He was knighted in 1909, elevated to the peerage as Earl Haig of Bemersyde in 1919 and awarded the Freedom of the City of Edinburgh the same year. He went on to found the Earl Haig Fund for the assistance of disabled ex-servicemen, which raises funds by selling poppies for Remembrance Day each November.
Elsie Inglis memorial, Walker Street: Elsie Inglis played an important role in the Scottish Federation of the National Union of Women’s Suffrage Societies. She established the first maternity hospital staffed by women in 1901 but it was her founding of the Scottish Women’s Hospitals for Foreign Service during the First World War that made her famous. The Elsie Inglis Memorial Maternity Hospital in 1925 which was operational until 1988, was a physical memorial to her. Many Edinburgh children were born there during the 20th century. It was closed by the National Health Service in 1988 and sold off.
Atholl Crescent plaque: Queen Margaret University was founded in 1875, as The Edinburgh School of Cookery and Domestic Economy. The School was founded as a women-only institution, with twin aims of improving women’s access to higher education and improving the diets of working-class families. Many developments followed, including a broader curriculum, and although the institution eventually became Queen Margaret University, to many who trained throughout the world who trained there, it will always be known as “Atholl Crescent.”
Mary Dunlop memorial, Rutland Square: Mary was an itinerant organ grinder and Smokey’s job, other than being Mary’s loyal companion, was to pull her mechanical barrel organ. The pair entertained local residents all over Edinburgh with their unique mechanical jingles and would head to the same spot every Saturday morning outside St Giles Kirk on the High Street for over 20 years. Mary passed away in 1966 and that Smokey was taken in by the SSPCA to a centre in Balerno. The famous barrel organ can be seen today at the Museum of Childhood opposite John Knox House on the Royal Mile.
Zeppelin Raid inscription, White Hart Inn, Grassmarket: On the night of 2-3 April 1916, two German airships dropped 23 bombs on Leith and the City of Edinburgh, including one that landed outside the then White Hart Hotel. The Scotsman praised the public response “the raid… naturally caused some excitement, but failed to produce any panic or do otherwise than steel the hearts of the people against the nation capable of using such barbarous methods of warfare against the civilian population“.
Captain John Porteous plaque, Gilmour’s Close: Porteous was Captain of the Edinburgh City Guard, and is remembered primarily for mishandling a riot in a way that led to a number of deaths, including his own at the hands of a mob. The events surrounding Porteous’s death form the background to Sir Walter Scott’s 1818 novel, Heart of Mid-Lothian.
James Connolly plaque, under George 4th Bridge: Connolly was the son of an Irish immigrant family living at 107 Cowgate in Edinburgh, an area which at the time was home to a large Irish community. Years later, when the Easter Rising started on 24 April 1916, James Connolly was Commandant General of the Dublin Brigade, which effectively made him the senior military commander on the Republican side. The rising was suppressed after six days of heavy fighting, much of it in Dublin. Connolly had been seriously wounded during the fighting, and on 12 May 1916 was taken by military ambulance to Kilmainham Jail, where he was tied to a chair and shot by a British firing squad, one of 15 Republicans executed for their part in the uprising.
Plaque for the Last Public Execution, Royal Mile (George 4th/Lawnmarket): On 21st of June 1864, George Bryce became the last person to be publicly executed in Edinburgh. Three brass plaques on the pavement mark the site of the gallows. His botched execution, and the unseemly behaviour of the crowd which had preceded it, had made it quite apparent that public executions no longer had any place in civilised society, least of all in a city which prided itself on being the “Athens of the North” and the birthplace of Scottish Enlightenment.
John Knox Grave inscription, outside St Giles: John Knox was a 16th Century Scottish minister, Reformed theologian, and writer who was a leader of Scotland’s Reformation. He was the founder of the Presbyterian Church of Scotland. He commanded that his people be able to read the Bible in their own language, and was a key figure in essentially turning a nation of Catholics into one of Protestants. It’s said that he wanted to be buried within 20 feet of Saint Giles, so he was laid to rest right outside the church in what was once a proper graveyard. However, the site has since been tarmacked over and is now a functioning parking lot.
Lionel Ritchie blue plaque, Blair Street: The blue plaque placed high up here reads “This House Belongs To Lionel Richie”. The unusual marker also has the words “The Society For The Promotion Of Historic Buildings” emblazoned on it. Blue plaques are usually placed on buildings throughout the UK to honour notable historical figures who lived there in the past. In Scotland, the blue Commemorative Plaque Scheme is run by Historic Environment Scotland and its website states recipients have to be dead for at least 20 years and born more than 100 years ago. A spokesperson said it had had “no involvement” in the placing of the Lionel Richie plaque. Also, The Society For The Promotion Of Historic Buildings doesn’t exist.
Infirmary Street plaque: The very first Edinburgh Infirmary was established on 6 August 1729 at the head of Robertson’s Close on the site of the building on the corner of South Bridge and Infirmary Street. The infirmary gradually expanded to occupy most of the land between present-day Infirmary Street and Drummond Street, including the old Surgical Hospital, which opened in 1832, and the new Surgical Hospital in 1853.
William Topaz McGonagall plaque, South College Street: McGonagall gained notoriety as an extremely bad poet who exhibited no recognition of, or concern for, his peers’ opinions of his work. He has been lampooned as the worst poet in British history. The chief criticisms are that he was deaf to poetic metaphor and unable to scan correctly. Here’s an extract from The Tay Bridge Disaster:
Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay!
Alas! I am very sorry to say
That ninety lives have been taken away
On the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember’d for a very long time.
Charles Darwin plaque, Lothian Street: It was here that Charles Darwin lodged in the house of Mrs Mackay when a medical student in Edinburgh in 1825-27. Darwin published his theory of evolution with compelling evidence in his 1859 book On the Origin of Species, the unifying theory of the life sciences, explaining the diversity of life.
Arthur Conan Doyle plaque, George Square: He lived here from 1876 – 1880 while studying medicine at the University of Edinburgh.
Walter Scott plaque, George Square: The Square was planned in 1766 by architect James Brown, and at the time represented the most ambitious new development yet attempted in the city. It was the first development outside the old city walls, and as a precursor to the New Town, offered an exclusive setting for Edinburgh’s professional classes. The western side of the square was saved and the remnants of many demolished houses were later used to repair buildings in the Georgian New Town. Today it represents not only the city’s success as a place of learning, but also a reminder of how close Edinburgh came to losing its losing its unique character.
John Napier inscription, Merchiston Tower: John Napier of Merchiston, nicknamed Marvellous Merchiston, was a Scottish landowner known as a mathematician, physicist, and astronomer. He is best known as the discoverer of logarithms. He also invented the so-called “Napier’s bones” and made common the use of the decimal point in arithmetic and mathematics. Napier’s birthplace, Merchiston Tower, is now part of Edinburgh Napier University
Most pictures supplied by Marcel van Oijen, who also gave this review of the run:
Edinburgh is rich in history, and you can sit down and read about it in countless books. But yesterday evening, 22 February, we ran twelve km through the city centre to read stories written on its walls. About forty of us (+ 2 dogs) were following Mike Lynch as he took us from plaque to plaque on a circuitous route from Calton Hill to Holy Corner. It was a fantastic event, and I am jealous of those who have been on Mike’s earlier themed runs along Edinburgh’s abandoned railway stations and old cemeteries. [Might there be repeats of those?]. The start was in front of Scotland’s Folly, the unfinished replica of Athens’ Parthenon, its pillars looming black against the dark blue sky. As this was going to be a cold interval-run with lots of stops, most of us had layered up. And many used head torches to navigate Edinburgh’s dark spots or to intimidate car drivers when crossing roads. The first plaque we visited was still on Calton Hill itself, dedicated to James Craig who planned the City’s New Town in 1766. As he would do at every following plaque, Mike gave us a short resume of the dedicatee’s life, revealing (at least to me) how little I know of Edinburgh and its citizens’ past. Very moving was his story, further down on Calton Hill, about Jane Haining who was murdered in Auschwitz for helping Jews during the Holocaust. We then ran down into New Town visiting the Free French House where we read that France and Scotland have “la plus vielle alliance du monde”. And so on it went past locations connected to composers, writers (including William McGonagall, who can be googled under “worst poet in the world”), soldiers, doctors, reformers, fighters for equality and freedom, criminals (including the last one publicly hanged in Edinburgh on the Royal Mile), scientists, and ending with the mathematician of logarithm fame John Napier at his family tower near Holy Corner. It was a fascinating journey through history, and a great run as well, thank you Mike!
Mike Lynch
Semi off-road Circumnavigation of Edinburgh
The annual circumnavigation of the city’s least visited corners enjoyed reasonable breezy weather. The clockwise version delivers the strenuous White Hill traverse early. Thereafter, the route becomes an inspection of the rapidly changing built-landscape of the city. Torduff, Torphin and Donkey Brae led us to Heriot Watt campus, then canal towpath and the Gogarburn culvert under the city bypass into the forlorn South Gyle Business Park with little evidence post-Covid business and vast amounts of empty office space. A brief lunch snack at the Gyle shopping centre refreshed us for a visit to the deserted Edinburgh Gateway Railway interchange.
The vast West Craigs new housing development had chopped off our usual tram-depot and airport perimeter fence route ((padlocked gate, barbed wire and gorse bushes). We diverted east to rejoin our usual route at the Lennie Park city rubbish dump then the nettle and swamp link to the sylvan Cammo estate. The Tapering Passage links to the River Almond footpath where a very swollen river enhanced the descent to Cramond via the numerous flights of steps contrasting with the rather tame going since Juniper Green.
Large crowds of dog and children walkers limited pace along the coast to Newhailes House via Granton prom, railway tunnel, new tramlines. Portopolis, Leith Links, methane-free sewage plant and Portobello prom. A coffee stop at Newhailes House revived spirits for the growing gusty headwind through the new Shawfair/ Danderhall housing labyrinth to the old Gilmerton – Loanhead railway (now cycle track) to Straiton. A late route-choice rebellion took us back under the city bypass through the new Burdiehouse housing estate and Broomhill farm track in a now violent gusting headwind back to the Steading. Two punctures and a few stumbles.
54km + 1600m,
Adam, Andy, Angela, Bob, Colin L, Des, Gio, Jane R, Joanne T, John C, Jon W, Keith, Nicki I, Tom, Willie M.
Keith Burns
Carnethy Annual International Club Pub Run
The 23rd Carnethy Annual International Club Pub Run took place last night. This was to be a special year as there has been a change of Club President, and traditionally the incoming President sumo wrestles the outgoing President for the Presidential UnderPants….
With old pubs closing, changing into supermarkets and student flats, Jim had devised a new route on the south west side of Edinburgh.
About 25 festively dressed Carnethys met at the Royal Dick, Summerhall before a trot across the meadows to The Golf Tavern, founded in 1456 (a year before James II bans “ye golf” in an act of parliament, favouring archery practice). After holing a swift half we headed along the canal to Fountain Park and McGowans Brewhouse, a modern gastropub where we lubed ourselves with Beavertown Neck Oil. A short amble onto the Caley Sample Rooms where the round was The Special of a half of 80/ and a good finger of Shoulder Monkey Whisky. With spirits lifted it was back onto the runway lights along the canal to The Kilted Pig, now known as Foundation(?) where Jim had organised hot mince pies and the fizziest beer of the night. Being a hill running club we ascended the dizzy heights of Craiglockart Hill, and in the shelter of the trees, Jim produced a bottle of Goldshlager which seemed to have a warming effect on everyone. Following the Seven Hills route we called in at the Braid Hills Hotel for more fizzy lager. The numbers started to dimmish from this point, but the highlight of the night was still to come; new President Lennon sumo wrestling ex-President Hartree for the Presidental Pants on the spot of The Hanging Stanes in the middle of Braid Road. A very apt location as this was the site of one of the last public hangings in Scotland of two Irish immigrants on January 25 1815. https://www.atlasobscura.com/places/the-hanging-stanes
Soiled underpants passed over we continued downhill to the Morningside Glory, (Hermitage Bar) and President Lennon treated us to full pints. I think the evening started to go downhill from here. Next stop was The Merlin, where Jackson headed into the Ladies toilet, to be followed by a nippy Barperson, angered by the Scottish Government’s Gender Recognition Reform Bill, and evicted Jackson mid flow. Being refused service, we continued onto McLarens on the Corner, with the best bar staff of the night, so good, we stayed for two pints. Now it was past midnight, so we scuttled along the fairway back to the Golf Tavern, but last orders had been called. We’d probably had enough running by this point, but four of us managed to canter to The Ventoux for a nightcap before heading home.
In total 10 pubs and about 7 miles.
Best barperson: Gasmin at McLarens on the Corner
Worst barperson: Nippy at The Merlin
Best Pint: 80/ at Caley Sample Rooms
Worst Pint: Fizzy stuff at Braid Hills Hotel
Best Mirkin: Neil Burnett
Worst underpants: President Lennon
Special thanks to Jim for devising the route and shepherding us along, and thanks to everyone for coming along and having a jolly time. Merry Christmas to one and all.
Graham Nash
Photos from run Steading – West Linton
The Steading at Hillend, Saturday 10 December, 7:45 in the morning: twelve runners plus one dog begin their run to West Linton. Freezing temperatures, snow softly falling. Organiser Alan Renville had warned everyone to dress for the cold, but two of us ran in shorts and the dog found even that too much! Made me feel like a wuss. We had a magical run, the landscape quickly becoming beautifully white and we all enjoyed it tremendously. It was not easy with the narrow slippery paths (I saw both Alan and John falling at least once), and near Carlops my wobbly knees gave out so I had to drop down to the main road to take a bus back. As to what happened next … I hope someone else will tell us about the remainder of the run and the next leg from West Linton to Peebles, that must have been brilliant too!
I had a good camera with me but wanted to keep my gloves on so took only six pictures: two at the Steading, two at the crossing of Boghall Burn and two in the snowy landscape just above Nine Mile Burn.
Marcel
Social bike ride to Queensferry and Ratho
November 20, 2022
After a dreich 10am start at Haymarket Station, the weather improved and made for a nice autumn bike ride to South Queensferry via mainly the John Muir Way, following cycle paths to Barnton and through the Dalmeny Estate.
A confirmed line-up of Martha, Keith, Andy, Nicki, Shane, Richard and Sandra was joined on the day by very welcome last-minuters Ann, Willie, Esther and Max.
A minor crisis ensued shortly after departure when Keith realised he’d left his rucksack behind – not as he first thought, at Haymarket Station, but in the car at Straighton. Oops! The old I’ve-forgotten-my-wallet ploy again, though with an interesting variation of actually, I’ve forgotten everything.
“You nip back and get it and we’ll wait for you at Ratho”, we all said dryly. (No, we didn’t.)
Shane joined us at Barnton Avenue and the 12 of us pootled on up past the Cramond Brig to the Burnshot Gate of the Dalmeny Estate.
Miraculously, a car came along just at the right time to open said automatic gate for us – a coincidence rarer than hens’ teeth or even Keith remembering his wallet – saving us the ordeal of having to go through the kissing gate one at a time taking forever and ever and fussing over whether or not – and who – to kiss.
After Dalmeny House and Barnbougle Castle, we opted to leave the shore path for a wee slog up the braes through the Leuchold Wood to see the giant topiary heads at the vermouth distillery, the eyes of which glow red at you as you pass. Spooky!
Then we partly backtracked so we could rejoin the shore path and soon we were at the Railbridge Bistro in Queensferry where – miracle number two – we managed to get seats inside and were able to warm up a bit over a cuppa.
Here, Shane tried to pull the old I’ve-forgotten-my-wallet ploy too, so we left him behind washing dishes and ambled along the cobbled high street for a quick review of Queensferry’s very interesting – if you like that sort of thing – local history information boards before re-joining the cycle path at the Scotmid.
The path after Dalmeny was muddy but not too muddy and except for Sandra’s chain coming off, we were soon at Kirkliston, and shortly after that – and thankfully not for long – the airport dual carriageway and the footbridge over it to Ratho Station.
Then a slight detour through the wood and quarry by Norton House Hotel, so that Keith could amuse himself pushing his bike up the slippy grass slope and skiting about on the muddy tracks through the trees, which he so loves to do.
Here, those of us who remembered that Shane actually got hitched at Norton House in 2016, momentarily paused to wonder how he was getting on with the dishes back in Queensferry and whether his bike had been stolen after we left. It’s a dog-eat-dog world alright.
After that, a quick romp down the main road over the motorway and up to the Bridge Inn for assorted hot and cold beverages and delicious French onion soup in pleasant sunshine.
And to end the day, a leisurely, scenic ride back along the canal to town by about 3pm – unless of course you were cycling back to Straighton or Rosslyn or Penicuik. Some people just can’t get enough exercise it seems.
And there we are till next time. Keith says he’s planning a circo-Edinburgh trip for us all soon, which I’m already looking forward to. Now, where did I put my wallet?
Yes, I know you can use your phone but some of us like to try and blag things the old-fashioned way.
Gio MacDonald