Who needs Everest when you've got a hill? Everest is simply an ego-mountain for nutters that have never come to terms with their non-ego-selves and with the local. It is also something of a great big dustbin now thanks to all those small-minded egos who can't control their own chest-puffing juvenility. It's never about quantity anyway, the hills around Glasgow have taught me as much. It's the quality of the journey that counts. And here, with Glasgow's gentle hills, we have quality in abundance. The sooner we all start tapping into the local via our own locomotive and locating forces the sooner we will realise that 'Everest' is a state of mind. It is to this end that I can say that I have climbed the highest mountain in the world (indeed, I am still ascending), which is really your self.
Approaching Everest from Garscadden.
The lovely village of Old Kilpatrick.
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