Anyway, it worked. Now Old Kilpatrick is a 17-minute train ride from my house. That means that within 25 minutes from walking out my front door, I am here:
And although the sheep are quaint, I realize this doesn't look like much. At 9:30 in the morning, there was a lot of fog. But as I climbed those Kilpatrick Hills, this is how things started to look:
I had always fancied walking across a heather-strewn moor, but this stuff was exhausting---however beautiful. And the numerous sheep (and their droppings) made me kind of nervous. (Although I soon learned they were far more skiddish of me than I was of them.) I took lots of pictures and the one below is not even from the top, but on my journey down. According to the experienced hill walker I met at the cairn at the pinnacle of the walk, it is a view of the Clyde and some of the Islands.
