Up the hill past the waterfall
Trippn thru bracken and gorse
Fireweed lines the path
Thru moss covered dense dark wood, no remorse
201m above see level, when shall I stop?
Nettles coarse my legs as I step up over stone n roots
Mist and dew cling to me
As I clamber up the wood with climbing boots
220m now I think I see the top?
The viewing seat beckons
But the top is not the top
And more steps needed I reckon
240 m now I see the top
Views of Calandar town appear
I can see 200 miles maybe more perhaps to England
Heathers blossoms like veneer
245m I'm there
My heart rate peaks at 170 beats per minute
Scottish history below me
Time to descend and create some more
Sep 9, 2021
Sep 9, 2021 at 11:51 AM UTC
Up the hill past the waterfall
Trippn thru bracken and gorse
Fireweed lines the path
Thru moss covered dense dark wood, no remorse
201m above see level, when shall I stop?
Nettles coarse my legs as I step up over stone n roots
Mist and dew cling to me
As I clamber up the wood with climbing boots
220m now I think I see the top?
The viewing seat beckons
But the top is not the top
And more steps needed I reckon
240 m now I see the top
Views of Calandar town appear
I can see 200 miles maybe more perhaps to England
Heathers blossoms like veneer
245m I'm there
My heart rate peaks at 170 beats per minute
Scottish history below me
Time to descend and create some more
Poetic notes from a fell run up the hill in the Scottish town of Callander near Stirling
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