MarySmith’sPlace – Walking off the mince pies #2

Happy New Year to everyone!

In a determined effort to walk off the mince pies the DH and I decided on a fairly rigorous (for us) New Year’s Day hill climb. Criffel is one of those hills, practically on the doorstep that you intend to climb and never get round to it. January 1st was a gorgeous, gloriously sunny day here in south west Scotland, we didn’t have anything else which needed to be done so there was no reason not to do it.

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Credit: Darrin Antrobus/Field near Maxwellfield, view towards Criffel

At 569m / 1867ft Criffel is by no means the highest of Dumfries and Galloway’s hills, but looks higher because of the way it rises up from the flat coastal around the Solway. It dominates the landscape and is the eighth most prominent hill in southern Scotland.

There’s a car park for walkers at Ardwall Mains, a farm about two miles from New Abbey. Leaving the car park, the route is well signed up a good footpath which climbs up through the trees. It crosses over a forest road continuing upwards, ever upwards with Craigrockall Burn tumbling down on our right.

 

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The view down to Kindar Loch with its islands and crannog, the Solway Firth and across to Cumbria is beautiful but I’m already puffing. Glad to stop for a photo opportunity, it’s  then my camera battery dies and we have to rely on the DH’s phone. When I check my watch and discover we’ve only been walking for about twenty minutes I’m worried. The printout of the route describes this part of the climb as ‘gentle’.

 

The DH has a much greater lung capacity than I have so he’s not bothered.

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At the end of the forestry where a gate heralds the finish of the well-constructed path we’ve been slogging up I insist on stopping for some coffee and a few dried apricots to fortify myself for what’s ahead.

As I sip my coffee I watch people coming down the hill. They look like they’re drunk, staggering and zig-zagging all over the place. Once we go through the gate, I understand. We now have to climb up a very muddy path. No, that’s not true; it’s actually endless bog and heather and it’s a real struggle.

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Looking up is not a good idea for the summit remains hidden. ‘Not far now,’ call out people coming back down the slope, looking a lot more cheerful than I do.  When I’ve paused for the twentieth time, the DH says it’s okay if I don’t want to carry on. ‘We can do it another day.’ No chance. I’m going to get there because I am not doing this again.

A couple overtakes us – everyone who started after us overtakes us – and the woman says she’s pretty sure it levels off soon. Says she’ll wave to us if she’s right. I give up watching for her wave and eventually they disappear from view.

Finally, we near the huge summit cairn – known as Douglas’s Cairn. Reputedly, one of the Douglases, Earls of Morton, was buried underneath it but it is more likely to be simply a marker cairn.

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Looking back to the cairn from the trig point.

 

It’s even squelchier between it and the trig point a short distance away. And it’s bitterly cold. Convinced my feet are wet, I remove a boot to discover my socks are bone dry although my feet are numb.

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We’re still learning how to take selfies – but getting better.

We have another coffee while we admire the superb views all around: the Solway Firth, river estuaries and the English Lake District, with Skiddaw nodding over at Criffel. It’s too cold to linger and we set off back down. Now, it’s our turn to do the zigzag walk in an attempt to avoid the worst bits of bog.

The DH has had a problem with an ulcer in his ankle and can’t wear his proper walking boots or it opens up again so he is wearing his special walking crocs. These have done sterling service all over the mountains of La Gomera, on long country walks here but Riffle’s mud proved too much. His feet suddenly slid from under him and down he went – not once, not twice but, ‘I’m trying to keep it so single figures,’ he says as he goes down for the ninth time.

Unfortunately, the tenth time he goes down, one of his crocs vanishes into the bog. It disappears without a trace. Until then, I’d been laughing and wishing my camera battery hadn’t died but the thought of having to go to the car, fetch fresh footwear and climb back up, stopped that. Using his walking poles – both by now quite bent – he fished around in the various holes the croc might have gone down. It would be a great place to dispose of a body – though getting it up there would be difficult. I suppose you’d have to commit the murder in situ. By some miracle he found the croc.

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Gotcha!

 

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Once on the dry path again, his crocs and socks washed in the burn, we made good progress back to the car park. I’m glad I can say I have climbed Criffel but I don’t intend to do it again any time soon. I reckon I walked off both the mince pies and the Christmas pudding!

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50 thoughts on “MarySmith’sPlace – Walking off the mince pies #2

  1. Oh my goodness Mary, thanks for the warning. I must NEVER attempt that! The muddy bog would be perfect terrain for Esther the Wonder Pig!! Good to say you’ve done it, and I enjoyed following your trail up it, but very glad you’re back safe on terra firma. And that there was no murder in situ. x

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    • I’m glad I’ve finally done it, Janette, and don’t need to do it ever again! I did struggle on the way up. When we got home I discovered there’s an annual race up and down it! Last year’s winner did it in something like 55 minutes – I don’t think I was even half way up by then!

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    • I laughed out loud every time he went down. At least he had a soft landing each time he fell. I couldn’t believe how that croc vanished so completely! It was fairly mild until we were near the top but so boggy!

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    • Thanks, Jessie! It was really only cold at the top – and it was bitterly cold there. I soon warmed up on the way back down and laughing at the DH falling over every five yards helped!

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  2. That reminded me of some ‘challenging’ (for me) hills in the Lake District. But I did those on dry ground, and was very well-prepared by being accompanied by a friend who was a seasoned mountain climber.
    Walking in that bog looks treacherous, especially in Crocs!:)
    But I do appreciate that sense of achievement, Mary.
    Best wishes, Pete.

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    • I always struggle going uphill, Pete, but this would have been much easier over dry ground. My sister did this summer early in the morning and found it easier even though she was being overtaken by runners! There is a satisfaction of having achieved it – but there are an awful lot of hills round here.

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  3. “It would be a great place to dispose of a body – though getting it up there would be difficult. I suppose you’d have to commit the murder in situ. ” Bwahaha! Once a writer, always a writer.

    I’m impressed with your intrepid hike, and congratulate the DH on his croc recovery. (Do you know that WP autocorrects “croc” to “crack”? That sure would put an interesting twist on your hike story!)

    Best wishes to you both for a wonderful 2019!

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  4. I’m amazed The DH found his missing Croc in all that mud, Mary. He must have been very determined. Just imagine if he found some buried treasure. I hope he didn’t disturb any strange bog creatures who may have been hibernating. Well done on getting to the top. What marvelous weather you had to do the climb. Now you’ve walked off the mince pies and Christmas pudding, does that mean you can eat the leftover christmas chocolates?
    Happy New Year.

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    • It was quite miraculous, Hugh. Buried treasure would have been nice but my mind was running more along thoughts of bog bodies! How did you know I still have Christmas chocolates stashed away??? Happy New Year to you and yours.

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  5. A wonderful walk, Mary, but thank goodness you found the shoe. We went walking after Christmas. It was supposed to be a moderate 8 km walk. It was mostly up a mountain so I didn’t really understand the moderate definition. We all survived, fortunately, and it was beautiful.

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    • Happy New Year, Marje. The DH is very happy he found his Croc! I don’t think we’ll be repeating the exercise any time soon no matter how good the view at the top. It’s disheartening to realise people can RUN up and down Criffel!

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    • Yes, without the mud it would have been a lot easier, both going up and coming back down. Thanks for the link to Frank Cuesta. He soudns like an interesting person but I don’t think I’ll share with the DH. I do not want to encourage his love of Crocs! 🙂

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    • Yeah, it’s been on my list for ages and New Year’s Day was such a lovely sunny day we thought it was time to do it. It wasn’t! I believe it’s almost always boggy in parts but this was something else. I recommend you wait until we’ve had another heatwave (if we ever do!). Jon took the selfie! He only took two so I didn’t have a lot to choose from for the blog. At least the shoulders are down, although there’s rather unrelaxed look on my face.

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