BEN A’AN

The new hill-walking hobby is going well! After I gave my mum her Mother’s day presents and had an early breakfast with my parents, Bahar and I met up and climbed Ben A’an together, a small Scottish hill, located in the heart of the Trossachs. Bahar and I arranged this little adventurous day out on Saturday evening. After deciding that it would make sense for us to both make our own way to Ben A’an (as we both live in separate Scottish cities), Bahar asked me what the post code for the hill was to put into google maps…As you can imagine, I laughed for a good few minutes and from then on, Ben A’an was renamed, ‘Post code hill.’ It turns out she was asking if the car park near by had a post code…how would our generation get by without google maps?!

After a beautiful 1 and a half hour scenic drive, I met Bahar in Ben Venue car park (which we both found, using their post code!) We layered up and began our adventure, firstly through a mile of bog (we both had out fair share witnessing each other’s feet drown in some very wet mud, it was a good start!) We decided that being covered in mud made us look more like pro hill-walkers, as appose to the two little amateurs we really were! We walked across a mixture of flat, boggy, forested and rocky land, the sun even popped out a few times to say hello! All in all, it was great fun and not too challenging! Ben A’an does mean ‘small pointed peak’ after all…how hard could it be?  The walk took us just over 2.5 hours, the last leg, up towards its pointed peak was the most challenging, but nothing us pro-hill walkers couldn’t handle!

After spending 45 minutes soaking up the stunning panoramic views of Loch Katrine, Loch Archay and Ben Venue, we very quickly made our way back to the bottom of the hill and of course, I got caught in knee deep mud just 50 metres from the car! We changed into clean clothes, jumped in our cars and drove to The Lade Inn, and demolished two moreish plates of well earned Scottish fish and chips. I drove back to Glasgow to spend the evening with my mum, made her a mother’s day dinner and we caught the end of a radiant Glasgow sunset.

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…it was just what the pharmacists ordered!
Glasgow’s sunset

I woke up on Monday morning at 6.30am and saw this stunning pink sunrise, glaring through my bedroom window..I guess this was the closest I was getting to the Aurora Borealis, everyone and their dog across the British isles saw, when I was konked out by 9pm!

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