Though a straight line appears to be the shortest distance between 2 points, life has a way of confounding geography. Often it is the dalliances and the detours that define us. There are no maps to guide our most important searches; we must rely on hope, chance, intuition and a willingness to be surprised.

Friday, June 23, 2006

Thursday and Friday, 22/23 June: Linlithgow Hills and Forth Bridge

Took a couple of nights off: monsoons on Tuesday night the likes of which I hope I won’t see again until next May and a dodgy reaction to a Yellow Fever injection on Wednesday night.

Jogged 8 miles on Thursday night from Beecraigs Park in the hills above Linlithgow over to Torphichen. Came across the Scottish Korean War Memorial, stuck way out on the B8047. It looks – and probably is – pretty lonely and unnoticed.

On Friday, I took the train to North Queensferry after work and ran/walked 12 miles across the Forth Road Bridge and along the back roads to Linlithgow. The road bridge is hugely impressive when you walk across it – 1.5 miles long, and, standing in the middle, you can feel a fair bit of movement when trucks go past! Rail bridge looked pretty poorly, covered in bandages.

42 miles clocked, 458 left to go…

…which is back on track, but got my first blisters. I’m going to be following the advice of a book on walking which says that there is only one thing to do with blisters if you are in the middle of a long trek – take a needle, dip in boiling water…

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