That’s Me A Mountaineer Now.

That’s Me A Mountaineer Now.

It was Andrea’s idea really. “Let’s do some hillwalking!” she said.

I’d always fancied hillwalking for years but just never did it. …Which is a disgrace when I think about it since I’m 34 and Scottish, and I can get from city to wilderness in under an hour easily.

I have asthma and I was thinking about how I ONLY admit to having asthma only when it’s very obvious that I have it, and sitting on the train to Balloch, I was imagining being half dead from an asthma attack and having to be airlifted off a mountain hours later. Always be prepared for the worst! That’s my motto!

…Except it isn’t even! Because I NEVER prepare for the worst!
Andrea asked if I had my medication with me and I said “Yip! I’m not a fool, my dear!”, and then I looked out of the train window and watched the scenery roll by as I thought about the growing distance between me and my medication. Which was on my bookcase. Which was in my hoose. Miles away.

There was a strange smell on the train from Glesga to Balloch. I couldn’t put my finger quite on what it was. I said to Andrea, “Whit dae ye suppose that is?”
She nailed it.
“Piss. It’s piss, Al.”
And that’s exactly what it was. And I already knew what it was before I pretended to not know and ask. I just didn’t know how else to bring it up.
It was from an auld woman sitting across the aisle from us and she was soaked! We heard her muttering, “…ah dunno WHARE ah’mur!,,,”, and that’s when the, thank fuck, ticket guy came over and saw to it that she was alright.
Which, she wisnae.

I spilt my peanut M&M’s all over the train floor. 95p they cost me. The bag was tiny. Cannea believe I bought them.
…Lesson learned there. Eat the M&M’s BEFORE the train comes.

This was probably the best day I could choose to give up smoking cigarettes.

So that was us in Balloch and from there we took a bus to Drymen, which is pronounced ‘Dri-Min’ and not ‘Dry-Men’. From Drymen we were supposed to take another bus to Balmaha (Which isn’t pronounced as, Balma-HAHA!’) but the road was closed to traffic so we just hoofted it. It was roughly a five mile walk but the weather was perfect and we took our time. Whenever I go anywhere with Andrea, it takes twice as long because she wants to stop any time we see puddles.
She’s always taking great photographs of puddles…

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So we walked and walked and then there it was! Conic Hill. Looked more like Conic Mountain tae me.

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Nobody seems impressed when I tell them I did Conic Hill. I don’t think it’s considered very difficult or dangerous at all but when I saw it, I secretly thought, “I’m never making this”. That’s what living life as a shut-in does for you.

So, that was us. Up we went.

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You start Conic Hill by walking through a trail through a forest. My imagination always, always gets the better of me and right as I was about to come out with quotes from “Predator”, Andrea stopped me with, “What. The. Fuck. Is…”

And before I could say, “If it bleeds, we can kill it!”, I saw the lone sheep she was staring at. It was about 30 feet above us just hanging about at a weird angle on the hill in the forest. It was weird to see.
‘Fuck was it daein’…

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…there, up Conic Hill, we went higher and as you get higher, the forest disappears and it starts to feel like you’re doing some actual climbing. It was about this time that I filled our empty water bottles from a trickling stream and really felt proud to be Scottish. Ridiculous when here was me being taken up my first hill by a Canadian. Haha!
As we climbed further I just kept thinking how I’d been a fool for all those years I’d spent smoking cigarettes. But at the same time, I was glad that I was having no trouble going up this hill. “We’re not fucked yet, Al!”, I told myself.

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…Looking back at Andrea behind me and later, when she took over me, she was beautiful…

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Later, I realised we were near the summit, which is how we mountaineers refer to the top.

It started to get a bit fucking windy for my liking but at this stage, I just wanted to get to that top.

Andrea went ahead with her camera and watching her jump around right beside the sheer drop to the left started to make me worry for her. Fuck.

That’s what vertigo is to me. An amplified sense of doubt. And that’s how it starts with me.

I never used to get vertigo. I work at heights and daft angles in the job I do. It never ever bothered me until a bad experience I once had at the top of the Rockefeller building in New York during very windy conditions. But that’s a whole other story for another day.

There’s a bit just before the tip of Conic Mountain where you have to do a bit of scrambling. Which means that you have to watch what you’re doing, and that was fine with me but I forgot about the wind.

Long story short, I made it.

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I got up there, shouted “YAAAAAAAAAAASS!!!”. I’d made it. WE’D made it!

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After we made it, I made us make our way right back doon.

The funny thing was that when we got to the top, we ran into a German family! 2 parents and two kids. The kids looked to be about 8. We steadied those kids and they grabbed us as we were going up and they were coming down! That was really mad. Because it’s dead funny to meet people way up a mountain. You pass them and they say “Hello!”, and you say, “Hello, yersel!”. It’s a weird setting to meet folk. It’s great!

That was us. I gave Andrea a big kiss at the top.

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I used to think: “What’s the point in climbing up a hill? I’ll only have to come down”. But now I feel differently about that. I loved it. Why kick a football up a pitch only to have to go get it and kick it back the way, right? You can’t knock it unless you do it.

But I was glad when it was time to get the fuck down from there.

I got cockier the further down we got. A third of the way down, I was all, “Glad I did that!”. Two thirds of the way down, I was swaggering, giving it all, “Yep! The Hulls ur definitely in mah blood, oe’r here!”.

As we were coming down, some people were coming up, and they had all the best of gear on. The waterproofs, the crampons, the poles etc… and they asked me if it was a rough climb to the top.
I wanted to say, “Aye, if yeese are amateurs!”. What a dick.

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I was just proud because I’d never done anything like this before and I’m even more surprised how fine I felt given the years of abuse that I’ve put my body through.

I was as proud as punch and speaking of punch, I’m grateful to Andrea for not punching fuck out of me up there. It would’ve been the perfect spot to do that.

You’ll have to forgive me if you’re a hillwalker. It was my first hill and I KNOW I wasn’t wearing sensible clothes!

I bought a bike a few days ago and I won’t do another hill again in jeans and a jumper.

Thanks Andrea.
If DiCaprio can’t commit to “The Revenant 2”, I could probably fill in.
xxxx

Photography: Demolition Work Begins On Glasgow’s Gallowgate Twins.

They’ve started pulling down Glesga’s Gallowgate Twins.
Or as they’re never ever referred to by anyone these days, Bluevale & Whitevale Towers.

I noticed when I was out on my morning saunter. Here’s a photie…

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From Wikipedia…

The Bluevale and Whitevale Towers is the name for a development of twin tower block flats situated in the Camlachie district within the East End of Glasgow, Scotland. Officially known as 109 Bluevale Street and 51 Whitevale Street, (often nicknamed the Gallowgate Twins or the ‘Camlachie Twin Towers) the two towers stand as the tallest building in Scotland, although with only 29 occupiable floors (the 30th floor is a mechanical floor for building services and a drying area), they are not the buildings with the highest occupied floor level in the city (or Scotland) – this distinction belongs to the contemporary Red Road estate on the north side of the city. They became Scotland’s second tallest free-standing structure in Scotland following the demolition of Inverkip Power Station on the Firth of Clyde in 2013.

History

Faced with crippling housing shortages in the immediate post-war period, the city undertook the building of multi-storey housing in tower blocks in the 1960’s and early 1970’s on a grand scale, which led to Glasgow becoming the first truly high-rise city in Britain. However, many of these “schemes”, as they are known, were poorly planned, or badly designed and cheaply constructed, which led to many of the blocks becoming insanitary magnets for crime and deprivation. It would not be until 1988 that high rises were built in the city once again, with the construction of the 17-storey Forum Hotel next to the SECC. The 20-storey Hilton Hotel in Anderston followed in 1992. From the early 1990s, Glasgow City Council and its successor, the Glasgow Housing Association, have run a programme of demolishing the worst of the residential tower blocks, including Basil Spence‘s Gorbals blocks in 1993.

The buildings are also unique in their construction – featuring hydraulic jacks in their foundations to combat sway due to their height.

Future

In November 2011, it was announced by Glasgow Housing Association of the intention to demolish the development, citing the unpopularity of the estate among residents and high maintenance and running costs. The buildings have also suffered structural problems over time. Work to demolish the towers is set to begin after the demolition of the Red Road estate.

Property developers are currently planning several new upmarket residential and office high-rises along the River Clyde, and in the city’s financial district, which will far surpass these in height.

Here’s a short film about The Gallowgate Twins…

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Buchanan Street, Glasgow. As Seen From The Roof Of Glasgow Royal Concert Hall.

Glasgow’s always pretty but on this particular day, it was pretty foggy.

Buchanan Street is one of my favourite streets in Glasgow (Despite the fact that it’s full of shops) and like everyone else, I know that it’s best photographed from the top of the steps of The Royal Concert Hall. But there are a couple of problems with photographing Buchanan Street from those steps.

The first problem is that your photos are gonna be similar to the photos of the hundreds of people who take photos from there every day. The second problem is that Glasgow City Council are planning to demolish those steps. But don’t get me started on that because that’s a story for another day.

That day, there was only one thing for it. I had to get access to the roof of the Concert Hall. So that’s what I did…

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As you can see, I’m never gonna win any awards for my lack of photographic skills and I didn’t realise until later that I had an annoying fake ‘Fisheye’ setting turned on whilst I was up there but I hope you like the pictures nonetheless. I don’t like heights but it was great to see Glasgow from up there.

If you’d like to see a few more photos from that day, take a look at my 500px account HERE.

As usual, if you steal my photos and use them somewhere, I will find out and I will kill you.
For all enquiries and for tips on how not to be killed, drop me a line here: brokenglasseye@hotmail.com

Tell me that I sent ya!

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The Universe Is Mine!

My pal Andrea is a very talented photographer. She took a photo of me holding The Moon and wearing a Tunnock’s Teacake wrapper…

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…And then she made me King Of The Universe!…

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You can see and even hear more of what Andrea gets up to on her website HERE.

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Carl Werner’s Otherscapes.

Remember Carl Werner’s wonderful Foodscapes? Well, he’s only gone and done it again! Except this time, he’s made landscapes out of human bodies…

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You can see more of these on Carl’s website HERE.

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