Some of you may have seen the photos I posted on Facebook and Instagram of the hike Willem and I made up to Arthur’s Seat this week. A little something you should know about me is when I was young I was extremely lazy. Physical activity and the outdoors did not interest me in the slightest. There was no way you would get me climbing any kind of hill. Willem can testify that I am an extremely stubborn woman – the poor guy. So for me to be out and about loving nature as much as I do now, it’s kind of a miracle.
Arthur’s Seat happens to be in the park that we live so close to now, it’s perfect. However, the day we chose to go up was not perfect. I got it in my head that we were going up on this particular day and as I said I’m stubborn so there was no changing my mind. My weather app told me the wind was at about 45km. Well let me tell you it was a SHITLOAD stronger than that. As we climbed to the top the wind tried to push us back to bottom. We persevered and kept clambering up. Three quarters of the way up a huge gust of wind came along forcing me to grab hold of a rock to stay upright and not be thrown off the edge. With every blast of wind that came to test us I let out an involuntary scream. Each more ridiculous sounding than the last.
Finally we were at Arthur’s Seat and it was time to sit down and marvel at Edinburgh in all it’s glory. Except the winds were like 100km winds I swear to god so it was terrifying. My face looked like I was on the back of a motorbike without a helmet. Snot flying, again involuntary, in all directions. Thankfully, the winds did not effect the view. Edinburgh is a gorgeous city, especially from up high.
The trek back down was a little less traumatic. Although on the walk back down I started running and because of the wind couldn’t stop. The walk home also including me slipping in a huge pile of mud. It was a hilarious day.
Until next time friends.
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