I was going to go out today and do the Fan from Pontsticil reservoir side.
Kit allesuberplatz in my man cave, I know the area but can't find my OS map and my compass has vanished.
Looking at the weather forecast and my appalling level of disorganized chaos, I'm sat in my armchair, log fire burning away merrily sipping a pint of Leffe. I refuse to be the mong that MR teams have to come and pluck off the hills due to sheer ******* stupidity.
You don't see many hill farmers, stalkers, shepherd's or gamekeepers from the high hill needing mountain rescue much.
Mind you they do exercise a fair bit of common sense on the hill and respect the conditions.
At best clothed they are in tweeds, wooly poolys and viyella shirts with vinyl waterproofs and a pair of ex army boots. At worst t shirts, combats, wooly poolys, benny hats and wellys.
Too much is relied on by the inexperienced on the latest clothing and expensive kit to make up for complete lack of knowledge of and understanding of the environment they are trotting off into.
Bill Bryson has written of this many times.
In my hiking days wee'd often meet folk on the trail with blisters and chafing as they'd bought the boots and kit the day before, hadn't 'worn it in' or washed it.
Likewise, they had a brand new compass and map, but no knowledge of how they worked!
IMHO it's no more stupid than skydiving with a reserve parachute in case things go horribly wrong with the main canopy
Interesting place name, though: if memory serves, 'gardyloo'* is a cod-french phrase that was shouted by folk emptying piss-pots into the street from upper storey windows, in the days before sewers became a universal amenity.
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*Stonkernote: from gardez l'eau - beware water.