Walk through the hills with Inverclyde ramblers
The day set in overcast sky and forceful gales which preyed upon the land. I had joined the weekly Inverclyde Ramblers Saturday walk which, that particular morning, was only of three of us members. A 10 miles escapade through copses of woods, thick brier and boggy hills, across wild streams that spurted, here and there, whose water swelled under the rain.
In some instances, we trod upon level ground paths, but most of the time we waded through the wild moor. The weather tormented us with violent rain, though, in rare moments, clouds dispersed and the sun shined brightly. but the gale was relentless and kept impeding our progress.
The walk was treacherous now and then; the hazardous ground of the moor was riddled with unpredictable swells and hollows concealed by long grass and heath that grows there. Od course, it did not help that I was barely fit, and despite having brought my staff, a solid piece of silver birch, I was prone to frequent falls.
But shall I tell you of the view from the top of the hill? A vista that encompassed the whole valley of the Clyde, the towns of Greenock, Gourock, and, in the far distance, the Cobblers, half hidden in the clouds.
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