In my own way I,m as much a bagger as Alex I just prefer sometimes to make up my own lists of things I consider worthwhile trips to do.
I was attracted back to my new found Kingdom on the shallow bed of the Firth of Clyde with a mission.
Looking at the above photograph I wondered If it would be possible to walk out along the marker towers where the remains of an old raised causeway or service walkway can still been seen at low tide.The towers are very obvious as they run right down the centre of the Firth of Clyde on the very edge of the deep water channel in a line from Milton out towards Greenock.
I set off on my bike from my house on a sunny, fairly windy day.Along the canal then up over the Erskine
Bridge where the new suicide barriers are not as intrusive as I,d feared and if it keeps anyone else safe its worth losing the low, dive over railings I enjoyed cycling beside so much in the past. Very nanny state though...if life gets you down so much that you are really determined to kill yourself you will always find another way to do it.
New projects were all the rage in Erskine woods as well with an elabrorate network of newly made paths crisscrossing formally wild ground.I always find myself in two minds about these path networks.You could always walk here if you wanted before. It just didnt have any paths though it was easy ground to travel across.These purpose built paths are good fun for me,dog walkers, families with kids and mountain bikers.As long as they don,t become too popular and crowded or intrude too much on the very wildlife they are meant to be promoting which had this area to itself ,undisturbed, up til now.Its always a doubled edged sword these things.
OK. Lets see them make this walk safe then.
This time the further out you walked across the mud the better conditions got underfoot.A leap of faith gains its own rewards.
In the middle of the Firth of Clyde I left my bike under this tower and set off happily down the middle of the deep water channel.......I didnt know how far I,d get but thought I,d go for it anyway.My bike was just above high water mark on rocks that became an Island then.
It was a place you expected mermaids and strange sea creatures to hang around on.As remote in some ways as the remotest hebridean beach.
About as committing as a night on the upturned ,ever creaking deck of this nearby sugar boat I,d Imagine.
And I,ve not seen this one down in any walking book either........Funny that?