Suriyavamsa - newly installed President of Triratna Highlands in Scotland - is marking the start of his time in that position by making a Dharma Walk from Inverness to Glasgow (that’s 165 miles or so!). And he’s blogging it for us from his trusty Blackberry… + follow above to get updates from the road!
Chocolate ice cream and gravestones
After yesterday’s reprieve from leg-pain, I’ve decided to take on the remaining stroll in four 10-12 mile bites. I’ve now arrived in Aberfoyle, yet another 19th century tourist town.
The walk was over a hill, hot in the summer sun with deep commercial forest and a stretch of older sheep pasture, where I lay myself down to rest by a wee burbling burn. I noticed the milk eyes were freshly sheared.
I passed an ice cream shop on my way through Callander and bought a medium sized chocolate one, despite the horror of the cow advert outside designed to turn us all vegan.
Further on the road out of Callander I finally made it into the old graveyard by the river I have sped past for years and wanted to explore. I’m fond of 16th +17th century skull and angel gravestones, but here the soft stone had worn away the oldest, and, still eating ice cream, I could only find this host of startled cherubim - not quite ready themselves for judgement day.
If anybody would like to accompany me on the last day, we’re kicking off from Milngavie train station at 11am this Friday. See you there.
Photos:Startled angels proclaim judgement day, Horror cow ice cream advert, Camp house, Callander.
Days 1 & 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Days 5 & 6 | Days 7 & 8 | Day 9 | Day 10 | Days 11 & 12
Chocolate ice cream and gravestones
After yesterday’s reprieve from leg-pain, I’ve decided to take on the remaining stroll in four 10-12 mile bites. I’ve now arrived in Aberfoyle, yet another 19th century tourist town.
The walk was over a hill, hot in the summer sun with deep commercial forest and a stretch of older sheep pasture, where I lay myself down to rest by a wee burbling burn. I noticed the milk eyes were freshly sheared.
I passed an ice cream shop on my way through Callander and bought a medium sized chocolate one, despite the horror of the cow advert outside designed to turn us all vegan.
Further on the road out of Callander I finally made it into the old graveyard by the river I have sped past for years and wanted to explore. I’m fond of 16th +17th century skull and angel gravestones, but here the soft stone had worn away the oldest, and, still eating ice cream, I could only find this host of startled cherubim - not quite ready themselves for judgement day.
If anybody would like to accompany me on the last day, we’re kicking off from Milngavie train station at 11am this Friday. See you there.
Photos:Startled angels proclaim judgement day, Horror cow ice cream advert, Camp house, Callander.
Days 1 & 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Days 5 & 6 | Days 7 & 8 | Day 9 | Day 10 | Days 11 & 12
