Not that I take this parkrun tourism malarkay seriously or anything, you understand, but there’s an alphabet to be completed and I’m on a mission to conquer it!
There’s no X at time of writing, and the nearest Z is in Poland. Someone on the UK parkrun tourists Facebook page shared a link to a tracker, monitoring progress towards various targets, which includes an alphabet table, minus the X and Z. I modified the tracker slightly by adding an admittedly amateurish outline of Ireland, and a COWELL countdown which will take me to 50 different events. Oh and I colour coded it (well of course I did….)
So. Inverness. I managed to be doing this one by dint of having a meeting in Edinburgh on the Monday, and travelling to Bonnie Scotland a few days early. I’d never been in Inverness before, and I like nothing more than a new city to explore at my own pace. I found Inverness to be utterly charming – the River Ness is big and fast flowing, and the various bridges crossing it each have their own, often wobbly, personalities.
It’s a small enough town to get your bearings quite quickly, and is heaving with kilt, shortbread and whisky purveyors. I was staying in an Air BnB close to the parkrun site, but even that was only a 20 minute walk from the city centre, along a glorious riverside and island hopping path.
Access:
I flew into Inverness airport, and a fairly regular bus service takes you to the city entre for £4.20 in 20 minutes. The parkrun used to be in Bught Park, but its alternative (and probably permanent new) home is a few minutes away in Whin Park. Easily reachable by car, and the number 2 bus passes close by as well. If you’re a tourist, the Hop On Hop Off Bus stops nearby too!
Facilities:
There’s a reasonably sized car park, and some decent loos, intriguingly financed by the delightful sounding Common Good Fund.
Coffee and post-run analysis talkes place in Cobbs cafe in the botanical park a few minutes away.
This is a really sweet cafe, but they do ask that runners remove their muddy shoes before entering.
They do bacon and egg rolls, scones and snandwiches, but I was overawed by the selection of traybakes, opting eventually for a pistachio and cranberry slice.
Course:
The Whin Park course starts at the playpark, and uses the duck pond as a gravitational focal point.
One lap of it, and then onto 3 larger laps, passing the plastic hippos 3 times.
It’s by the river, so it’s a fairly flat course, but can get a bit mucky.
Most of the pathway is gravel or trail or grass (or puddle) , so trail shoes are a good idea. Start and finish are in the same area, so you can find a tree or picnic table or bit of helter-skelter to leave your coat and keys at.
Crowd:
Average attendance is a nice manageable 150 – there can be a bit of overtaking round the duckpond, but there’s no big bottleneck problems. I found the regulars really welcoming and chatty, and was quickly laughing and comparing stories with a few of them. Billy was lovely – a pretty speedy guy, he shared the profound thought that some runners find it hard to just run, and not compete.
I’ve never had this problem, I must admit, but we both agreed that the success of parkrun was dependent on it being a run, not a race.
Strangely Appropriate Song On Shuffle:
The parkrun weather fairy was having a bit of a lie-in, I think, and it was decidedly dreich as we set off, although the rain did stop after a while. But yeah, the Dave Mathews band intoning
“These fickle fuddled words confuse me
Like will it rain today”
brought a wry smile to my face. And then a softer heart-tugging moment when “Calum’s Road” came on, geographically apt, and I’d also been dancing to it the night before thanks to Nicol McLaren’s Band at the Dingwall Rally in Culbokie.
Gear:
Oh, my Garmin really is starting to worry me! You think you’ve located satellites, and then when lined up at the start it loses contact! My 150 shirt and tartan leggings were commented on,and I was using my arm pouch instead of my waist belt for my phone.
Time:
Nope, my times are not getting any better at all, and I sauntered in around 34 minutes. This is close to my first ever parkrun time, which makes me wonder if I’m getting any better at running at all. But I try not to focus on those negative views. I’m running every week. And meeting new people.
And setting myself targets that I can acheive, and get excited about.
And The Rest:
I adored Inverness, and I hope to revisit again soon. There were lots of lovely eating places to chose from, many with menus offering 2 courses for £9.95, or even 3 courses for a tenner!
The scenery was stunning, and I took a trip on LochNess and to Urquart Castle. And I even managed an evening’s Scottish Country Dancing with some more hospitable and charming locals. We danced till midnight, and when we left the hall it was still light outside…
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