Kippford Christmas

My day to day routine may appear very simply as a walk in the morning and a sleep in the afternoon but Monday’s 100 mile trek through blizzards over the Border Hills to the Glasgow clinic was something else again. The previous night having been a Sunday the road gritters never made it out to the minor roads which the snow on ice had made treacherous. Two lanes of the motorway were passable but a lorry had jack-knifed on the outskirts of the city causing the motorway to be closed and diversions put in place. We spent an extra hour sitting in traffic jams before finally making it to the hospital. The good thing was that the morning clinic was nearly over by then so there was less waiting between ‘observations’, consultation, and blood tests; so we were able to set off back not long after midday and get back in daylight.


If you do not have to travel anywhere, this weather must be one of the most perfect leading up to Christmas for many a year. It has allowed me lots of fresh air and exercise. Today’s glorious sunshine demanded a walk down to Kippford to see the tide coming in. The top of Screel was lost in a cloud bank but else where was bathed in sun. My legs felt like jelly walking back home up the hill out of the village but it was well worth it. I am on a decreasing dose of steroids now, so hopefully that will lessen the muscle degeneration I am struggling against just now.






Happy Christmas and a peaceful New Year to all blog followers out there from Rodger.