The Falkirk Wheel has been on my must-see list for a while, so when I saw that run number 17 of Scottish Trail Running started there, I booked a B&B on the spot. I mentioned my trip to Falkirk to a civil engineer staying at the bunkhouse in Balmaha, who said to visit the kelpies while I was there.
Simply mesmerising. I couldn’t tear myself away and kept turning round for one last peek (and yet another photo).
Impressive, but strangely sterile. I can spend hours playing with my reflection and upside-down reflection in an old-style tube train window, and still think that double knitting is magic despite understanding exactly how it works. I was expecting to be captivated by boats being lifted into the air to meet a canal suspended on pillars, but instead I was merely interested. I still took a gazillion photos though.
I didn’t make it to the end of run number 17. About halfway through, it told me to turn right at the t-junction and then right again just in front of the barrier. I thought I’d done the former but a mile later, when I’d yet to find the barrier, I realised I was well and truly lost. Fortunately, the Callendar Estate has nifty little signposted trails, and it wasn’t too long before I stumbled across one pointing me in the direction of the Falkirk Wheel. I may not have managed the run I’d planned, but the run I ended up with was lovely, and as I ran back along the Union Canal, I even caught one final glimpse of the magnificent kelpies.