Monday Morning in the High Sierra

So you can keep your Alps. Give me the timeless sweep of a land that can encompass boggy moor, clinging heather, problematical rivers and ancient pathways. Those who comlain about British terrain, like those who complain about British weather, suffer from a lack of imagination.

Ralph Storer, The Joy of Hillwalking

This morning in the 'High Sierra'.... 10 minutes on the bicycle to Partick from my gaff in Cessnock. Another 20 minutes on the train from Partick to Kilpatrick. And then another, say, half hour on the bike and on foot up the Loch Humphrey path and into the Hanging Wood, and you're there.... the High Sierra, or equally the Alps, or equally Heaven...