The name of the game was wild swimming. Yes, apparently there is a specific terminology for what I normally just call swimming, but after lots of internet searching it seems indoor pools are the only places normal Edinburgh folk get their butterfly kicks. Pay money to get crowded by geezers and grubblers while bobbing in an over-chlorinated bathtub? No thanks.
It took about an hour and forty-five minutes to reach the reservoir on foot; the more sensible among us took bicycles and managed it quicker. At the top of the first ridge, amidst flashes of sun, the view was spectacular. The city below crouched under shadow, pummelled by rain and sleet (I found this out via text from some less fortunate friends). I pulled out my little-used digital camera and attempted to take some photos to post here. The blasted thing refused to work, and I remembered that it was little-used because it was a piece of crap. After several minutes of blunt force trauma, I angrily stuffed it back into the rucksack and decided to try reasoning with it once we got to the reservoir.
|My camera never did manage a photo, so I drew you a picture in MS Paint. Beautiful.|
|Photo provided by Marianne. Don't let that sun fool you - I could have died.|
... well, that might be an exaggeration. I didn't want to call attention to myself. Frankly, the whole situation was highly embarrassing. On the upside, I made it out alive (though there was a dicey moment when, trying to use a touch screen phone to take a picture, it failed to register my fingertips and I thought my number was up.) To sum up the experience, I made a little list below:
Hours walked: 4
Fun had: lots
Fingers or toes lost: 0
Lessons learned: don't be an idiot, go back again when it's warmer
And there you have it. Have fun, but don't be an idiot. Unless being sensible infringes on your fun.