Phreerunner - The only way I would be there would be by helicopter with a cargo of: a ton of coal, a massive hamper from Fortnum and Mason and a selective contribution from The Wine Society.
Ruth L - Thanks and all the best to you. I'm looking forward to your resumption - it's going to get very interesting as you progress up the west coast of Scotland.
afoot - Thanks for the greeting. I need to hoold a planning meeting with daughter at the weekend - as a teacher she breaks up today. Gin brand will be on the agenda.
RR - Although I have used bothy material in several posts I can't say I'm a huge enthusiast of these establishments. I would rather camp unless the weather is so hostile as to make the difference. The sanitary arrangements are unfortunately down to individuals staying there observing the correct procedures; one is obliged to go outside and dig a hole etc., so I reckon within an unidentified radius camping could be an unpleasant experience. As for your suggested derivation I'm not sure, but whatever, the word does convey the air of something basic, and possibly scatalogical to me.
I originally read this post on the small screen of my phone and it was bothering me why I didn't recognise the location of the bothy. Having now looked at the mapping on my laptop, I can now see that we passed to the east of it on our LEJOG and to the west on our K2CW. I'm planning to join Mick on his 10th TGO Challenge in 2019 (hope I'm not jinxing his completion next year by referring to his tenth before his ninth) and I'm eyeing up Plockton as a start point, so - who knows? - maybe we will stumble upon it then.
Hurray for scatological. Isn't Plockton one of the places we went to as a brotherly trio? Where you and Nick, post pub, walked into the wrong house and were unable to find your bedroom? Where Nick made a gloomy revelation?
Enjoy Christmas Day at the bothy, Conrad. You’d better set off soon if you’re going to walk there!
ReplyDeletePhreerunner - The only way I would be there would be by helicopter with a cargo of: a ton of coal, a massive hamper from Fortnum and Mason and a selective contribution from The Wine Society.
ReplyDeleteHope you have a wonderful Christmas, Conrad, and are continuing to make a good recovery x
ReplyDeleteAh, yes - you can't go because your luggage would exceed the payload. Safer to stay at home, albeit risking invasions from sweaty hikers...
ReplyDeleteRuth L - Thanks and all the best to you.
ReplyDeleteI'm looking forward to your resumption - it's going to get very interesting as you progress up the west coast of Scotland.
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Phreerunner - Phew! That's a relief.
Have a lovely Christmas Conrad. Which gin will you be consuming this festive season I wonder.
ReplyDeleteAll the best Conrad. Try the Whitley Neill Quince gin. Fantastic but try it without the tonic. Even better.
ReplyDeleteafoot - Thanks for the greeting. I need to hoold a planning meeting with daughter at the weekend - as a teacher she breaks up today. Gin brand will be on the agenda.
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Alan R - Thanks. Will look out for that.
Don't forget - mother's ruin.
ReplyDeleteMy very best wishes Conrad!
ReplyDeleteBC - Not sure if that is piece of advice/warning, or a reminder.
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JJ - Thanks - glad you are back this side safe and sound.
Is it possible "bothy" was merely a mishearing of "brothel"? Nah, I suppose not. Exhaustion would have inhibited trade.
ReplyDeleteRR - Although I have used bothy material in several posts I can't say I'm a huge enthusiast of these establishments. I would rather camp unless the weather is so hostile as to make the difference. The sanitary arrangements are unfortunately down to individuals staying there observing the correct procedures; one is obliged to go outside and dig a hole etc., so I reckon within an unidentified radius camping could be an unpleasant experience. As for your suggested derivation I'm not sure, but whatever, the word does convey the air of something basic, and possibly scatalogical to me.
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas Conrad!
ReplyDeleteI originally read this post on the small screen of my phone and it was bothering me why I didn't recognise the location of the bothy. Having now looked at the mapping on my laptop, I can now see that we passed to the east of it on our LEJOG and to the west on our K2CW. I'm planning to join Mick on his 10th TGO Challenge in 2019 (hope I'm not jinxing his completion next year by referring to his tenth before his ninth) and I'm eyeing up Plockton as a start point, so - who knows? - maybe we will stumble upon it then.
Gayle - Plockton is delightful. Wainwright eulogises. The langoustine in the hotel there are to die for.
ReplyDeleteMy next night after that bothy was at Gerry's Hostel (Gerry died a couple of years ago or so.) That was some experience. did you stay there?
Hurray for scatological. Isn't Plockton one of the places we went to as a brotherly trio? Where you and Nick, post pub, walked into the wrong house and were unable to find your bedroom? Where Nick made a gloomy revelation?
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