I am no expert and the furthest I have hiked in years is over to the bookies, but I could get used to this.
My hill-walking adventure began at the entrance to the forrest alongside the top of Ticknock Hill. The moment you step into the forrest, there is an instant atmospheric change in the air. It feels as though we are miles from civilisation, but when things look this this green and brown wonder of nature, one is not particularly bothered. The air just felt cleaner and the sound of nature echoed through the forrest.
Ten minutes on the track, a decision was made to go off-track, through the misleading trees but before long we were close to an opening after a fall and a trip along the way. Through the opening lay open fields and rather large rock mounds where we enjoyed a picnic and a splendid view (apart from the masts), while the sun roasted the back of my neck.
Picnic over on we went, off-track again, only this time ending up in the middle of prickly gorse bushes with no way out and no option but to get through them. It was not a good time to be wearing shorts. After dashing through relatively scaved, we persisted up the mountain to the mound of small rocks that lay on the top of this mountain. Again we stopped to enjoy the view and the serenity.
After my adventures out in the bush, I look forward to my next expedition and may have found a new hobby. It wont be long before Mount Everest starts calling my name.
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