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Up the Ben and Down the Boozer

by:		Meg Robbins, OzmaHouse
e-mail:		megrobb@gmail.com
web:		http://megrobb.typepad.com/britishtravel/
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A Boomer's Guide to Walking Great Britain (and some other parts of the planet) We didn't start out to be whoopee walkers, it just kind of snuck up on us...

October 30, 2009

A Temporary Ex-Pat's Scottish Halloween

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... we were sniffily told, in no uncertain terms, that Hallow'een is an American import Scotland could better do without. BBC Scotland devoted a certain amount of airtime to this rowdy behavior- producing controversy in the days leading up to the end of October, but it was clear by the costumes, candies and pumpkin bags on the High street, and the energetic preparations for monster bashes at local pubs, that Hallow'een is alive and well north of Gretna Green

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October 27, 2009

My Brief Life as a Hibs Fan

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Edinburgh

It's not easy being a Hibs fan. You have to wear green, jump up and down on stadium seating and worse -- know all the words to the Proclaimers' songs.

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October 17, 2009

Snowden for Slackers

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On Mount Snowden it's walk or train.

We're taking the train. Here's why:

1. Riding the historical, belching, rack and pinion steam train up Mt Snowden seems a clever way to see a big mountain in a short time.
2. The weather is not very nice
3. It looks like rain.
4. It takes three hours to hike up
5. It takes three hours to hike down
6. The summit cafe is closed for repair
7. The summit is closed for repair
8. We're already surrounded by legions of end-of-term, team bonding, mountain climbing, day out school children, headed up
9. We're Americans. We don't feel like walking.

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October 13, 2009

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...We began to follow a willful and wayward path. Every now and again we called into work and said our plane was in late from Paris.

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A B O U T T H E A U T H O R

Up the Ben and Down the Boozer came out of several years of planned escapes from our six lively, but loud, teenaged sons. My husband Tom and I walked away slowly at the start -- around the neighborhood, up in the hills, through city streets at 5 am, when it was highly unlikely any of them would be awake. Eventually, as they grew older and one by one headed off to college, we put 3000 miles between us, them, their dogs, their laundry and their report cards -- to go rambling in Great Britain.

Since then we have wandered as many paths (trails) in the UK, as we can, in between work and family. Given our passion for walking, and our delight in balancing on coastal cliffs, boggy meadows and highland trails, we're not actually serious walkers -- more hop on, hop off. We generally plan routes that end at some nice pub, with a warm fire and a warm beer. Sometimes we get seriously lost -- and it's not pretty. Think Lucy and Ricky go hiking.

Articles and book proposal in hand, agent ready.

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