Craigengower Hill Race

Arriving at Baddinsgill last week was braw, coming across such a beautiful place, but coming into Straiton yesterday really was a pleasure, what a fantastic wee setting.  Once again slightly ashamed at another part of our country I had never ventured to. 

Anyway, forty runners in the field where the Gala day was taking place, including fellow Westie, Alasdair McCallum. A mad dash out the gate, over a wee bridge, a slight climb and fast run along the Main street. Around the bend and soon onto the field and a gradual climb up to the wood.  The coolness of the trees was refreshing as we climbed over a stile and the beginning of a short but steep climb up to the monuement.  Some time to look at the view would have been good but was soon plodding down the hill as others came wheeching past! Once in the woods a bit more speed, out and over the field.  Back onto the road and through the village to the finish in the Gala field.  I don’t know the times, but Alasdair was well a head. It really was a braw wee jaunt to Straiton.