Kilsyth to Falkirk

We left Kilsyth on a projected 13 mile first day. I liked the 2 owls & hawk above this doorway.

No time to walk through the town cemetery 😕

A last look back

And the crew looked forward to the trail.

Past ruins and down the canal towpath

The first five miles were flat and paved. We saw some narrow boats, some fishermen, and an impressive swan

And some locks, not lochs. The house is for sale!

The swan seemed to be traveling our way

And eventually paired up

Three hours of walking brought us to Bonnybridge, and the hotel pub for a pint, then the town park to eat the lunch we carried.

There was another sad monument to the many who died in the Great War. “No greater love…”

Back on the Way we climbed to the Appenine Wall and the site of a rough fort. Not much evidence visible.

And continued, on a dirt and stone dust path, to the Falkirk Wheel, an engineering marvel that replaced 11 locks, moving canal boats between canals.

Lots of the history around here deals with religious and nationalistic conflicts in the 17th & 18th centuries

15+ miles along, off the way and weaving through Falkirk streets and walkways, we spotted more explanation why there’s no great Scottish basketball players.

Robert Burns slept here. We walked on.

Later, Meg slept here.

After a couple Icebreakers and a meal.

Comments

Pete said…

The owl doorway will never be accused of being a cutsie touristy scenic view. Love the photos, though. The backboardless hoop might be from something called netball.

11:10 AM

Magnificent Monkey said…

Or maybe an early prototype of a quidditch hoop?

8:18 AM

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