Having been indulged at Abi and David’s with a first rate breakfast and packed lunch, Abi drove me back to my end point at Mid Calder and I set off at 9:20.
I was pleasantly surprised again by the Almondel Country Park; a substantial river and my curiosity piqued by a feeder canal which was channelled away from the river just before the impressive Camp viaduct - largely constructed to support the oil shale industry of the 19th century.
Walking through largely pastoral country I reached the jaw-dropping Lin’s Mill aqueduct at 10:45. Its dizzying height above the river is enhanced by the waterfall spilling out and down from the canal - apparently this had frozen one winter and taken 2 months to thaw.
I started to walk on the upstream side of the aqueduct finding that I actually had to be on the other side, going down and under the arches to come up the other side. Here I met Patrick - having spotted that I was walking LEJOG he wanted to tell me that he had cycled the Alps for Alzheimer’s in 2021.
I finally walked over the aqueduct on the right side at 11:10 walked and headed for Broxham in 2.5 miles. There were Sedge warblers in the bushes, and beyond I could see the top of the forth bridge and some shale spoil heaps.
Hearing a sedge warbler I stopped to find it and to my surprise then spotted a reed bunting sat in hawthorn below me - very clear white markings on its face compared to the similar looking stonechat. Having gone under the M8 I realised I had crossed under the Edinburgh flight path since the aqueduct.
I was taken by the Holygate back to back houses - built in the 19th century for the oil shale workers - these have become quite charming homes for today, and the people I met were clearly proud of their neighbourhood - one lady was concerned that I might be lost and wanted to ensure I was ok. She told me how lucky they were to have the canal here as well.
Passing a more recent and less appealing housing estate - we made some awful planning mistakes in the 20th century - I then passed a considerable shale spoil heap and 2 young men clearly traumatised by having been attacked by 2 adult swans who objected to the intrusion close to their cygnets. I reassured them that the swans were now swimming in the opposite direction.
The view opened up to the north and I could see back to the Pentland Hills, so I stopped for lunch at 12:45 - I had walked 7 miles so was half way along. I took my time and set off again at 13:30.
I spent my time in quiet contemplation as I walked along the canal in the afternoon along the tree clad canal. I watched the murmuration of tiny insects above the water and wondered if this was where the murmuration of birds such as starlings - as Richard and Paula Waterhouse had described to me at Twice Brewed - had evolved… at least they weren’t midges!
Emerging from a cutting was a relief - I was really finding it monotonous, so having things to look at again beyond the canal was certainly an improvement. 3.75 miles to go … and counting. I really was getting bored! No!!!! Back into another cutting - this time with a shale slag heap to the right. Phew - that one was brief, and a convenient bench as I thankfully emerged just had to be utilised! It was a joy to get a wider vista and hear Yellowhammers singing in the flowering May trees.
I wanted to get to Linlithgow before the chemists shut as I wanted to pick up smidge (for the impending midges in the highlands) - I’d not thought to take one from the supply box before Martin left me 3 or so weeks ago. I nearly passed up the opportunity to stop at the Park for coffee and cake, but the temptation was too great and I realised I had enough time.
I finally arrived, and walked past the station and up the high street, enjoying the town with its castle and loch. Settled into my airbnb, I explored the castle surrounds and ate at the Four Marys pub before heading back in the first showers of the changing weather … the waterproofs would be coming out in the morning. The last time I’d worn them was on 4th May!
So glad that all is going well though canals in cuttings are not very scenic. Hope your waterproofs are effective and breathable but the two are not often achieved! Trust the weather is kind when you leave the Central Lowlands.
ReplyDeleteAt least you will have Martin's support by then.
Much love xxx Dad