Just before my university pals headed back down South, we went for a brisk walk in the Pentland Hills. One of my favourite things about Edinburgh is how much the city is part of the landscape, and how quickly you can feel as if you’re in the middle of the countryside. Even in the centre of town, Arthur’s Seat jumps out of the buildings like an exclamation mark, and the hills are just to the south of the city.
This was a very muddy walk. We actually had to abandon the route we were going to take because it was about 80% slush (and 20% sheep poo), and there were large rainclouds plotting on the horizon. We clambered up the side of a hill instead.
Witness the mud. That’s George in the picture above, skipping deftly over the worst of it.
January is all about muddy walks, exercise and freshness. It’s a new year! The world is out there to explore, in all its rainy, boggy glory. And afterwards you can tell yourself that you’ve really earned your pint by the fire. Perfect.