Sunday, August 21, 2016

Dad and Lad Day Out

More than a year after bagging our first Munro, big lad and I decided to have a crack at the next nearest to our doorstep, down in picturesque Glen Doll. Number 2 son was meant to join us, but had his first camp with Beavers, leaving the big lads to our own devices. First on our hit list for the day was Mayar, summit, 928 meters, and then onto Driesh, which peaks a tad higher at 947m, and be our highest climb to date (by all of 8 metres!)

We set off early as the forecast was for rain late in the afternoon. The cloud base was low, so we didn't get the reward of the view, but a challenge is a challenge, so of we went. Mrs W had a challenge of her own to contend with - he's 5 and energy sapping in a very different way! His little sister, on the other hand isn't quite so much "high maintenance."

The walk starts off with a gentle walk through the forest, which serves to warm you up well for what lies ahead. There were plenty of signs and info boards to keep a budding geek entertained as we progressed up to the base of the proper climb.



Then there is a little bit of a wow moment as we emerged from the forest into the heart of Corrie Fee. For the uninitiated, a corrie is where a glacier formed and cut out the glens as it moved. The photo doesn't do this one justice. After a quick stop, and an early midgie attack, we decided to press on and stop for eats on higher ground, where the wind would keep the little critters away.
The path fades by the waterfall, and we ended up scrambling up the hill behind the crags on the left of it.



Boyo clearly not feeling any pace as yet...



Dad, on the other hand was starting to feel every one of those 40 something years as the climb became evermore vertical... (by the way, what age is considered reasonable for the boy to carry the rucksack I wonder?)



At the point below, R declared that this was much more fun that Mount Keen. I was sensing a pattern - where we walked on a path, he generally lagged behind by about ten paces, in a very similar way to that of a good Muslim wife in some cultures would. But this was different, with was thick grass, with lots of holes, waterways and rocks, and he was in his element. In hindsight, we should have stuck on waterproof trousers as we ended up soaked from the knees down, but the weather was forgiving, so we got away with it. I think I was using the photo opportunity as an excuse to rest on this one. My legs were now working harder than they have done in some months.



We got to the top, about 3 hrs after parking up and stuck a stone each on the cairn. The quick photo was actually taken after we'd sheltered for lunch just off the top. As anticipated, he found the pace in his legs to get there before me, having lagged behind for a while as the walk wasn't so steep (or fun I suppose!)


After a quick lunch for us and Lexi Loo, it was back off across the summit and onwards to Driesh. We'd done the hard work for the day, the rest was much easier by comparison.



Just a few minutes off the peak, the clouds left enough gaps for us to see what we were missing out in the background. It's fair to say that 9 year old boys don't get it though.



That's the peak of Mayar behind him as came off the other side towards our second hill of the day.



Before we started up towards Driesh, a quick look at the route we'd be taking back - down on the left below, you can just about make out the path. I think by now boyo was needing the loo, but neglected to say. More of that later.

4hrs in, and back up in the cloud we managed to shelter in the rocks and rewarded ourselves with more food, including mums home made flapjack.



The decent was only eventful in so much as boyo declared he really needed a poo and had been holding it for hours. After a comical hillside effort, of which I'll spare you the details, he commented "I'll be able to keep up no problem now, that was really holding me back." That proved true, as in no time at all, he'd fallen and landed heavily on his knee in his rush down the hill. No real harm done though, and we were back at the car in a little more than 6 hours. We beat the rain and he is now plotting his next Munro feat - I just have to get O off the mark so he can join us.

3 Down - 1 To Go

The new school year saw CWDD (Campbell Wambell Doo Da) join the ranks with his brothers at Primary School. Fortunately this year, we've hit the magic number and secured an additional teacher, so his brothers are in the composite P4-7 class, and he is in the P1-3 class. Looking at that particular group, I think all the parents will empathise with Teach, and despite her years of experience, I'm sure C will test her patience each and every day in one way or another!



The poor loon only did a couple of hours on day one though - a follow up appointment for his eyes indicates he might need to wear a patch. Watch this space, he's got one more test first. He's not phased though, I think it just means he can be a pirate every day in his world.

Monday, August 15, 2016

Salobrena 16

It's fair to say that the amount of photos on a blog entry are directly proportional to the time since the last one! It's been a while again, so I thought I'd capture some of the holiday snaps for posterity.
We decided to opt for the tried and tested holiday with small children again this year, so returned to what we know in Salobrena.

It didn't take dad & daughter long to get into the holiday mood...




 First day pool action for the lads...





This time we ventured out a bit more to keep big boys amused. We went for a week twice before, this time, 2 full weeks, with bigger boys that need entertained...so off to the caves at Nerja, before stopping for some play at the beach.








Back to the villa, Little Miss Z seems to approve...



Recapturing some dad and lad antics from our last visit. He's much heavier now!







She'll tell you all she did was cook. Photos say otherwise!



A very caring big brother keeping his littlest sibling happy.



A day well spent at the Science Centre in Granada - good choice dad.













Back to the pool - it's not easy relaxing with this lot - I gave it a good go though...




Clearly, the cooking was taking it's toll!










A tug o war with the dad as the rope...






We drove into Malaga for a day out. The lovely Dutch girl at the Segway tours place bent the rules a little to let O take a turn. Turned out to be another brilliant day out, Segway tour, followed by lunch and big wheel, then off to the motor and fashion museum, and dinner before the hit home.

















The definition of irony?



We watch Andy Murray win Wimbledon, which inspired the eldest to declare he is going to be a tennis player. Free use of the hard court for an hour a day came too late in the trip, but we gave it a couple of goes.











Clearly, we are a family that take ourselves very seriously...







Underwater baby in action....


Someone turned 6 months just before we left for home...she seems pleased about that.



Last night out before home was to a new (to us) restaurant up on the hill. Big boy likes his meat - now eating from the adult menu, dad best start getting the overtime in.





Last night before home - this might be our last time here. A lovely part of the world, full of great memories for our young family. Our house was up on that hill to the left of the picture below.