Ae short stroll and ae new word

4.6 miles 2h 5min  ascent 134m

P1060671aI had to delay our first Romans and Reivers walk since my cough might disturb the wildlife. This then started as a short recce of the start of that walk but we chose after a few hundred metres to give up the R&R recce and just follow the Brown Walk (with some Yellow walk at the end). We didn’t know where these routes went but presumed they would be circular, and if not we could always just turn back.

Carving on a bench at Ae

Carving on a bench at Ae

After crossing the Water of Ae at the footbridge near the carved seats we basically walked a loop on the eastern side of Green Hill. About half of this was on forestry tracks, with the remainder on forest footpaths. The route was well marked with wooden posts, and easily walked though a little steep and muddy on the downhill section. We could hear children playing when walking through the wood but we didn’t see them.

Though these forest plantations may seem a little monotonous, we weren’t bored. There was always something to keep us amused, and for once it wasn’t falling in ditches or getting soaked with rain.

Birds: were robins and blue tits mostly, with crows heard in the distance. One Robin sang for quite a while as we watched him and a a couple of wee birds defied identification.

Winter Oak

Winter Oak

Winter Beech

Winter Beech

Winter Larch

Winter Larch

Trees: no surprise that there were trees aplenty, this being a forest. We saw some new plantings and noticed how very close the saplings were, then during the walk we passed by some very densely growing trees where there would be no chance of squeezing between them. Presumably these will be thinned out by the forestry.

We also passed through by very tall specimens. I had read that these are normally felled at thirty years. I counted the branch segments and had only reached twenty by a third of their height so they must be way past their felling age. The small oaks and beeches hiding below the taller conifers had retained their leaves giving a splash of gold against the evergreens. I’ve learnt this is called marcescence, so I have added a new word to my vocabulary today.

Strange fruit

Strange fruit – Ilex verticillata

Where we left the forestry track, close to a viewpoint with a bench (Craig shields) were a couple of small trees, or perhaps large bushes, covered with red berries. These had little taste, and certainly weren’t bitter, the inner flesh being a pale yellow. I am not certain what these are and initially thought they might be Cotoneaster. Audrey has these in her garden though and is sure they are not. The closest in appearance I can find on-line is Winterberry (Ilex verticillata), but that isn’t a native plant, so these would have to be escapees. I am writing this now so they can’t be particularly poisonous.

Carved Squirrel at AeWe passed the plough collection again and I noticed a carved squirrel that had escaped my gaze the last time I was here. As you can see, one might easily miss it.

The next visit should be as part of the Romans and Reivers walk.

 

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Barefoot

One of my walking goals this year is to walk a league barefoot. I had to choose some distance and a league seemed just about right. I’ve walked on beaches and lawns but those are not the same thing. My first half mile of wild barefoot walking was this week at Kirkconnell Flow. Luckily I didn’t meet anyone else so there was no need to explain.

It was a tad chilly being January and I had the burning feet of reperfusion for a while afterwards.

The first sensation was the coldness and I wondered at first if numbness would impair the experience. If anything though the cold seemed to heighten discomfort when I stepped on things.

Walking through a woodland barefoot opened my “eyes” to the ground beneath my feet. The ground from-which I had observed became the thing observed. My attention, which would usually be directed to trees, undergrowth, birds, clouds, sounds, and smells, became focussed on the ground’s texture. I had a better “feel” for the walk and noticed the texture of the ground more than I otherwise would.

It was much easier walking among the birches than the pines. Damn those pine cones. The mud I usually avoid stepping in was a pleasant soft mush, which in warmer weather might have been a pleasure.

Bare feet (but on a summer day)

Bare feet (but on a summer day)

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Winter Crabapples

6.5 miles 2h 53m 281m ascent

Ae Talking HeadAe forest – mostly red routes

carved bench, over the Ae, footpath through deciduous riverside woodland, crabapple/cherry, sour, hips and haws, winter oak and winter beech, washed away paths, excavated paths, gnarled trees, lichen not seen as a child, pond and memorial, waterfall/Dalcrum Burn and seat, old tractors, re-coloured routes, turbines/noise, cross back, Bran Burn, Capel Water, Wee Queensberry, Talking head Stane, roller coaster, red pine needle carpet, final steep descent.

This was the weekend after the big floods. The local rivers had mostly returned to their usual levels but fields were still flooded as we drove to Ae.

When I came looking for the Talking Head Stane in 2011, Andy and I walked in drizzle for most of the day, and that was a mid-summer’s day though I wouldn’t have guessed it looking back at the photos. This visit the rain was forecast but was a little late arriving so we had a rain-free walk, and though it was winter, it was surprisingly mild. No need for gloves. (Aside: perhaps it says something about the content of my writing that my spell-checker tried to correct “for gloves” to “foxgloves”).

We parked at the overflow car park to avoid the sheep in the fields near the main parking area. When last I came here these fields had been open but now have fences. A stone sign with the Romans and Reivers insignia informed us we were 15 miles from Beattock.

Carved bench at Ae

Carved bench at Ae

Our first photo op was a wooden bench by a bridge over the Water of Ae. The uprights of the structure are carved into giant pine cones with a variety of carved animals. The seat backs are carved with forestry vehicles.

Over the river we turned off the main cycle track to follow a footpath that headed through woodland beside the river. A forestry sign warned us that they were changing the colours of their walks (red to yellow, blue to brown). I don’t recall any signs but presume we were on the old red walk at this point.

Winter Oak

Winter Oak

I had been expecting a rather monotonous walk in forestry conifers but this section was filled with old gnarled twisted deciduous trees. There were several trees still heavy with fruit. The first we came upon looked to be covered with unripe cherries that were very sour when tasted. Mrs Drow ‘n’ Smirr looked at the photos and has decreed these to be crabapples.

They were not at all like the crabapples I remember as a child (which were larger), but having consulted the oracle (i.e. looked at photos on the internet), and reflecting on the intense sourness, I agree they were crabapples. Why so many had persisted on the trees into January I don’t know but as we walked passed other crabapple trees with fruit as well as plenty of hips and haws.

Crabapples?

Crabapples?

There were signs of the recent floods with the plants lying low by the riverside showing signs of having been under running water very recently. On the path there were places where the surface had been washed away revealing the rocks beneath the surface, and in one place the path had been washed away completely.

We rejoined a main track, and soon came to a collection of old ploughs with an information board “The Ploughs that changed Scotland”. I was somewhat baffled by the large “Itch Plough” until Audrey noticed the “D” partially hidden by rust. I can see how it would dig ditches.

Itch plough

Itch plough

A little way past the ploughs we left the main track on a footpath once more and came to a quiet pond with a seat and a memorial stone inscribed “Pause – take a deep breath. In memory Mary Boyle who died in service 17 April 1997. True ambassador of the forestry commission.” So I paused and took a breath by the pond.

memorial pond

memorial pond

Dalcrum BurnThere were many trees hung with lichen. I don’t remember seeing any lichen on trees when I was younger, which could just mean I didn’t notice it but probably reflects the difference in air quality. Another seat by the riverside looks across to a small waterfall, the Dalcrum Burn, I think. Not far from there we had our first sighting of a wind turbine, though it took a little longer before we could hear their groans.

Path eroded at the Water of Ae

Path eroded at the Water of Ae

After re-crossing the Water of Ae we continued along a forestry track. We slowly climbed and were able to see Wee Queensberry, though Queensberry itself was hidden in cloud. After passing Capel Water and then Bran Burn on the opposite side of the Water of Ae we left the main track to zig-zag up the hill on the red MTB route which took us up to the higher forestry track and more mature forest.

gnarled treeThe Talking Head Stane is just beyond this mature forest, in relatively open ground. Younger trees are growing behind it and it will soon be in their shade. The head stane is a 1.5 ton sculpture made from a glacial granite boulder. It is placed looking south towards Ae village and the Solway. The stane has a carved mouth, ears and eyes and is inscribed with the translation of a Norwegian poem, Deep in the Forest, by Hans Børli.

But still it satisfies my soul to hear the spruce and wind. They speak together like sister and brother, and use such beautiful wind-wild words deep in the forest, deep in the forest.

I haven’t been able to find the whole poem, but some English translations of other poems are on this blog.

We followed a route through the young trees which descended, then climbed several times before developing a more persistently descent, this latter section being a dual carriage-way. We took the route marked for cyclists pushing their bikes uphill, which seemed a safe enough choice, presuming the other to be for those riding downhill, but didn’t see any cyclists while descending.

carpet of pine needles

carpet of pine needles

We left the MTB track for an unnecessary short cut which took us steeply down, just make sure our adrenaline was used up.

Crabapples?

Crabapples?

Hips

Hips

Haws

Haws

 

P.S. I think the picture above is Ilex verticillata, Winterberry rather than Hawthorn.

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Golden Hedgehogs and a Heart of Stone

7.75 miles 3h 40m ascent 283m

Golden HedgehogDalbeattie Forest-Moyle Hill-Heart Stane

There were severe weather warnings for heavy rain and some local fields were already flooded so I ditched the planned route for one away from major waterways and without sections across boggy ground.

As predicted it rained heavily throughout the walk. I had the OS 25k but navigating this route would be easier with a Seven Stanes MTB route map as well (which I didn’t have). So I was guided by the OS 25k, a sense of direction, a vague memory of previous visits and a hope that the force would be with me. During the walk I believed two of these had deserted me, but as it turns out we got where I meant to go, albeit not by the route I intended.

Our starting point was the Dalbeattie Town Woods car-park with its boulder installations and BBQ enabled picnic tables helpfully marked “May be HOT” for those without common sense but an ability to read. I do wonder if it should have had a drawing of a person burning their hand as well (for those unable to read or unfamiliar with English).

Dalbeattie Town Woods

Dalbeattie Town Woods

We set off on the forest path through the Richorn Plantation, with conifers and some smaller beech trees retaining their golden autumn leaves. Bracken beneath the trees was still green whereas that in more open areas was in various stages of yellow and brown showing the effect of temperature in triggering autumnal changes in leaves.

The plan was to walk along to Woodhouse, which I presumed would be ruins, and then head left up a footpath/MTB track to look for the heart stane. The last visit we had walked by the Slab, a steep rocky section for fearless bikers, so if we saw signs for that we would follow them. One difficulty was that I didn’t recall the name of the Slab, but I thought if I saw its name I would remember it.

I looked at the map at the start and had in my mind that we would reach a T-junction where we would turn left and continue to the Woodhouse ruins. The T-junction was enough un-T like that it didn’t register so the next T which, should have been a right turn, we turned left. This wasn’t a big deal since the turn brought took us to a track that brought us back to the same route, albeit having walked an additional 0.5km. But it by-passed Woodhouse, our landmark. But all was well because we eventually came to a sign pointing to “Moyle Hill”.

From here onwards my sense of direction failed. Had I been a swallow heading for Africa I would have found myself wondering why the ‘sahara’ had so many icebergs. We must have been bewitched in some way by mischievous woodland sprites.

The narrow track to Moyle Hill passed through dark dense forest over rocky (firm) or soft (pools of water) terrain. The dogs enjoyed running through the trees while we chose our steps carefully. My impression was that the track had taken us left from the larger track and then turned left again, so I believed we were approaching Moyle Hill from the south. In fact we were continuing in almost the same direction as the larger track and approaching the summit from the north. Even now I can recall turning sharp left (by 90°) twice, but the GPS track shows me walking a generally straight line. Spooky. Damn those sprites.

Moyle Hill

Resting on Moyle Hill

As the sign had promised this route took us to the top of Moyle Hill. The hill top is free of trees and has a bench to rest one’s weary limbs. The views would be great in better weather (the story of many a walk) and had it not been pouring with rain I might have sat there for lunch.  The trig pillar is painted white and has a plaque: The Moyle, Altitude 150m, Site of Iron Age Fort. Meaul means bald or bare and is a common name for hills free of trees. It usually takes the form Moyle in Ireland.

The fort was large and would have covered the entire hilltop. Here is Canmore’s description from 1957:

A fort measuring 930′ x 500′ formed by a ruined stone rampart c. 10′ wide drawn around the shoulder of the hill wherever possible. There are several breaks in the rampart and a probable entrance 160m from the NE corner. Within the interior are several secondary features.

In the SE corner is a ‘citadel’ measuring 120′ x 90′ defined for the most part by a scarp representing a denuded rampart, the south and west side of which almost certainly overlies the fort. This work is comparable to several of the ‘defensive enclosure’ type in southern Scotland.

I think the rampart, now buried beneath vegetation, is visible near the trig pillar and possibly across the moor, but I didn’t notice the ‘citadel’ even though we must have walked through it. More information is available at Dalbeattie Heritage – The Moyle.

Moyle Trig

Moyle Trig

Believing we had climbed the summit from the south, I believed that if we could continue in much the same direction we might find tracks leading us across to the Heart Stane. A track sneaked out across the upland moor of the hilltop. Fantastic. If there was a track, surely it would lead us to the Heart Stane? I got my compass out to confirm my inner sense of direction with the earth’s magnetic field.

The data did not compute. Inner direction sense: I am looking north (in the direction of the heart stane). Compass: I am looking south (completely the wrong direction for the heart stane). Either the compass was wrong or I was. Perhaps the compass had been demagnetised in my pocket? Audrey’s compass was in her rucksack, in the car, no doubt shaking its head or perhaps laughing at us.

Analysing the situation, unable to blame anyone else for the predicament, and with visibility too poor to see anything else for navigation, I narrowed the problem to choosing between two options: go back along the path we had climbed or carry on along it.  The track must go somewhere and we had not passed any other options on the way up. So on we went across what was once a large fort and was now moorland.

When we reached relative shelter of the trees again I looked at the map. We had a steep descent and I was forced to accept that the compass was working properly. We were heading south from Moyle Hill so the new plan was to head around the eastern side of the hill and find a way up to the Heart Stane. Simple.

Difficult to believe

Difficult to believe – but true

Unfortunately we came upon a small post with a plaque pointing right to Dalbeattie, left to Colvend. No matter how I thought about it these seemed to be pointing in the wrong direction. I spent a few minutes re-tracing our route and its turns in my mind, turning this way and that for real, each time ending with “so Dalbeattie should be in that direction”, while pointing opposite to the direction indicated by the sign. I wondered, aloud, if the sign might be wrong, but Audrey pointed out that the post didn’t look to have been tampered with. Looked through my photos after getting home I labelled my picture of the sign “Lies” but having reviewed the evidence I have subsequently removed that epithet. Having said that, both directions lead to forestry tracks, both of which run between Dalbeattie and Colvend. I do accept though that if one was going to Colvend, the indicated direction would be quicker, whereas either would do for Dalbeattie.

We turned right, for Dalbeattie, and very soon reached the main forestry track exactly where we had left it when we had started up Moyle Hill. Or so we thought. It looked exactly the same. Same signpost. Same Trees. Same Track. We could even see the track we had taken when finding our way up Moyle Hill (we thought, wrongly). We believed the descending path must have curled around to bring us in a circle but were in fact over a kilometre south of that junction.

We took another woodland path which looked as though it would take us around the southern end of Moyle Hill and up its eastern side. I had some deja vu, worrying that we were taking a path we had already walked but we crossed a bridge that we hadn’t crossed before and walked through beech woods that we definitely hadn’t been through earlier.

Beech Wood

Beech Wood

Throughout the next hour or so I had a strong sense that we were walking in circles and would glimpse sections we had been through before. To confuse us further, at one point Audrey asked me what direction I thought we were walking. I was pretty sure we had come around the southern end of Moyle Hill and were walking roughly north along its eastern edge. To confirm this I got the compass out only to find it showing us walking south. We turned about and headed back but checking again a couple of minutes later we were walking south again. The compass continued to show this so we turned back again. (I have checked the compass since and it seems to be working just fine). Later we came to the signpost for Moyle Hill summit we had passed on the way up. But again we were mistaken, fooled by everywhere looking similar.

Somewhat navigationally challenged, we pressed on through similar looking woods, and eventually came upon a Seven Stanes MTB emergency sign showing where medical help could be found. I presumed this would be close to the Slab, and indeed within a few minutes we passed a warning sign for the Slab.

Heart Cleft Stane

Heart Cleft Stane

Our path gradually ascended and took us to the Heart Cleft Stane. When I had been here in 2011, the large granite heart had stood on a flat hilltop, but the trees have grown since then and the heart now has a backdrop of conifers. The Seven Stanes website gives this description: A mammoth piece of Dalbeattie granite has been donated by Tarmac Limited from their local quarry to make the Dalbeattie stane. It symbolises the fact that the Kirkcudbrightshire town was once the heart of the granite industry in the south of Scotland and exported stone all over the world. The inscription on the giant heart gives an indication of where the granite has been exported to over the years.

Very few of my pictures of the stone were useful, the wind and rain defeating the camera.

A bedraggled Eddie by a pond and well

A bedraggled Eddie by a pond and well

Relieved that we had achieved our aims of visiting the Heart Cleft Stane and Moyle Hill we headed back to the track and headed back, taking a slightly different route to the car-park. This brought us in to the car park from the other side and otherwise we might have missed the Golden Hedgehogs.

Hedgehog Bench

Hedgehog Bench

There are round of granite benches (at least that’s what I think they are) and one has the inscription:

Observe which way the hedgehog builds her nest,
To front the north or south, or east or west,
For if  ’tis true that common people say,
The wind will blow the quite contrary way.

Nearby a Golden Hedgehog sits atop a boulder, and another one a few metres away in a children’s playground. A very impressive playground.

Art Installation - Dalbeattie Woods

Art Installation – Dalbeattie Woods

There is another installation of boulders, with metal leaves attached, joined by metal rods. Again the rain messed up the photos.
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Dun Garbh

1 mile  50mins

Dungarry Fort

Dungarry Fort

This is an 8th century fort, or the remains of one at least, sitting on a small hill in a valley beside Bengairn. The long single track road/track from Auchencairn doesn’t have much in the way of parking places but I found a place.

I used a stone wall on the west of the fort to guide me from the track onto the hill, walked along the crest of the hill to the fort then descended directly SE to another track.

Navigation was very easy but the terrain with bog myrtle (in boggy ground), tussocks, bracken, and heather was a bit tiring, especially since I was carrying the remnants of a hangover.

For a relatively low hill it had excellent views of the Solway and the Galloway hills
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Cairn Edward Hill

6.4 miles  3h 50m  ascent 357m

Mike on Cairn EdwardCairn Edward Hill and Bennan Hill viewpoints

Previous to the introduction of roads or railways into the Stewartry, these moors formed part of the wild and unfrequented tracks of Galloway, and were the haunts of the Rory Gills, Billy Marshalls, Wandering Willies, rustic minstrels, and minor Robin Hoods, with which Galloway was infested.

Soon after leaving Bennan the (railway) line passes through a heavy cutting of rock, on emerging from which we see to our right a range of hills whose summits seem to reach the clouds, with deep and sullen looking glens intervening. These are Shawhills, Orchars*, Black Craig o’ Dee, and Cairn Edward, famous for its rocking-stones. (from Rambles in Galloway, M Harper, 1876.)

*I think the hill Harper is referring to here as “Orchars” is Fell of Fleet. It is a major hill that would not be missed and one part of it is now named Back Hill of Orchars.

I don’t know what drew me to this particular hill in the wild and unfrequented lands of Galloway. Perhaps it was the promise of a cairn? Or just the temptation of the wild so close to home?

Cairn Edward woodsWell the area isn’t as wild as it was in Harper’s day. The moors are now forests and forestry vehicles need access tracks. This allowed us to walk easily to the foot of Cairn Edward Hill, though we stepped into the wilds after that. all in all we spent 1-2 hours in the wild. We might have spent longer but the weather wasn’t conducive to lunch at the summit.

We started close to the lower Bennan viewpoint, from which incidentally very little can be seen other than trees, and walked up a footpath in the forest past a couple of benches with views across Loch Ken. The footpath took us to a forest track and from there we headed for the upper Bennan viewpoint.

Loch Ken

Loch Ken from the footpath

This viewpoint has a couple of information boards, one showing a panoramic view with the names of hills etc. I was able to see more of Mochrum Fell from here than I had seen when walking on it, in mist, two weeks earlier. The panorama could however have been better. We could definitely see Criffel, which was not shown on the picture, whereas Screen and Bengairn were shown but were not visible from the viewpoint. It looks as though the panorama is based on a photograph taken from a little further south.

Cairn Edward Hill seen from the track near Bennan

Cairn Edward Hill seen from the track near Bennan

The plan had been to return from the viewpoint and then loop south of Bennan before turning north for the Lowran Glen (which must once have been a glen of Leamhraidhean,
Elm, trees). But a faint track led on beyond the viewpoint and I wondered if it might join up with the track 300m away. The temptation of exploration trumped the existing plan.

Unfortunately the faint track became ever fainter and drifted gradually downhill. Since the track we were hoping to meet was at about the same elevation as the viewpoint, this didn’t bode well. We turned back after about 5 minutes and climbed back up the the viewpoint.

Terrain by the track

Terrain by the track

Back on our planned route we walked along the western side of Bennan, up the Lowran Glen and along the track heading towards Cairn Edward Hill. This track is built up on about a metre of rocks suggesting that the ground is very boggy. There were pools of green topped water amongst the mature trees to our left and to our right a combination of moorland and younger trees. The sound of splashing when the dogs went exploring told us that there were pools hidden by the grasses there as well.

The plan was to follow a forest break up from where the path ended. But the forest break obvious on aerial photos was not so easily seen from the ground and when we did find it, it was guarded by fallen trees, boggy tussocks and slippery moss. Once over the initial natural defences we had mostly tussocks, hidden holes and bog to contend with.

Terrain

Terrain

Climbing the forest break we also had to contend with three rock outcrops (baby cliffs) which were beyond climbing for the dogs, and to be honest for me too. The first we managed to zig-zag a way up but the second outcropping was much larger and forced us into the forest itself to find a way around it.

Once in the trees the trees and terrain caused us to gradually drift away from the forest break and eventually we met a much more imposing outcropping. I took photos of this to show how imposing it looked but as is often the case when trying to show how steep something is, the photos don’t look impressive at all.

But it was clearly not something we could just walk straight up. We did though manage to find a way avoiding the larger drops with only a couple of sections requiring hands. The friable muddy ground didn’t help in using footholds.

Granite pavements

Granite pavements

From there we were on the hill proper which has granite “pavements” offering firm footing, albeit with slippery moss and at angles other than flat, competing with deep tussocks on a base of waterlogged mud and water filled holes. Viewed from a distance we would have appeared to be walking like a drunk as we stumbled about, not helped by the dogs running about our feet.

ex-Fire Tower

ex-Fire Tower

Unfortunately we still had some trees between us and the summit and there was not any obvious break to use so we had to wind our way through the trees. Eventually we stepped out into a clearing with a collapsed fire tower, an upright cairn and a white-painted trig pillar.

Cairn Edward

Cairn Edward

From Cairn Edward Hill we had views of Loch Skerrow and Stroan Loch. I thought there was flooding to the SW but that was because I had mistaken Woodall Loch for Loch Ken and the “flooding” was in fact the southern section of Loch Ken.

Heading down my main worry was that we didn’t blunder over the drops at the outcrops. With this in mind we decided to try and flank the largest outcrop, and this took us past the forest break we had used as our guide on the way up. We floundered across more tussocks and into the forest where the going was much easier. We could see what we were standing on and the main difficulty was avoiding being poked in the eye by a branch.

Easy going in Cairn Edward forest

Easy going in Cairn Edward forest

We did overshoot a little and eventually reached the forest track about a 150m from its end, but the going underfoot was much easier among the trees than it had been in the break.

Just for the fun of it we took another track back towards the car park.
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Eddie and Sweep relax after the walk

Eddie and Sweep relax after the walk

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Mochrum Fell in the mist

10.4 miles  4h 5m 364m ascent

Mochrum Fell Summit

Falbae Moor to Mochrum Fell

Mochrum, the ridge of the swine, makes three appearances in D&G. There are two Mochrum Fells (317m, 197m) and a Mochrum Hill (270m). This is the Marilyn, Mochrum Fell (317m), the most easterly of the Mochrums, overlooking Corsock.

It was a wet day with the light drizzly rain my mother used to say got you really wet. When young I presumed this meant light rain was worse than heavy rain but experience suggests otherwise.

The naming of places hereabouts suggests the area was once moorland, and though some survives, most is now woodland. From the start of the walk I could look ahead where there was woodland to my right, cleared forest to my right and moorland across the road behind me. Much of the woodland is managed conifer, but there are still plenty of broad-leaved trees about to help the larches with their autumn colours.

The first part of the walk is across Falbae Moor on forestry tracks. Falbae is thought to derive its name from pol (stream) and bey (birch) and there are still some birches about. There is a cairn marked on the map, and on older maps it is named as the Falbae Cairn. It now lis within woodland and the track it sat beside no longer exists. I had thought of searching for it later in the day but decided to leave it for another day.

Spruce and larch on Falbae Moor

Spruce and larch on Falbae Moor

Autumn’s colours were on show, with quite a variation in the colours in plants as shown in the bracken in the photos above and below. I thought at first that this was to be a walk late enough in the year to be without any wildflowers but some hardy specimens were hanging on. Commonest by far were marsh thistles with small flowers, and here and there there were single plants or stands of dandelion (just one), cat’s ear, yarrow, sneezewort, selfheal (just one), knapweed, ragwort and of course, scabious (looking at bit scabby).

Bracken

Bracken

After Falbae moor we crossed a minor road and a sign for Barwhillanty Woodlands (the whill relating to hazels, I think, so the hill of the hazels), then across Poundland Moor. Pattiesthorn Low Loch  sat below a bend in the track but the High Loch was hidden by the trees. A ridge directly ahead had a lone tree, sculpted by the wind, that disappeared into the cloud as I watched.

Mochrum Fell Summit

Mochrum Fell Summit

Mochrum Fell’s summit used to be quite a challenge when it stood amongst woodland. Felling has opened up the hill top but there are plenty of young conifers growing now. They are so randomly placed that I suspect they are naturally seeded rather than purposely seeded. Either way, the hill might be a little more difficult in a few years.

My plan had been to walk around Mochrum Fell and take any obvious way up that presented itself. Failing that, once I reached the quarry to the NW of the summit I would find a way through the trees and head up from there, that being the place where the forestry track came closest to the summit. A photo from 2012 had shown a break in the trees, but the trees had grown quite a bit since then and the gap could now be easily missed. By the time I reached Mochrum Fell, the cloud base was low enough that the encircling track at 200m was in mist so I was unlikely to spot any other way up.

Forest break, Mochrum Fell

Forest break, Mochrum Fell

I found the the narrow forest break just past the quarry. It was a little muddy in places and had pools of water hidden in the grass, though the splash of the dogs entering water warned me where to take care. But this was the easy section. The open slopes are cleared/felled, littered with moss covered and slippery branches, pools, mud, etc. Mist hid the top and converted minor knolls into large pseudo-summits, each with an apparent trig pillar which would turn out to be a tree stump.

Looking back I realised that the forest break would be difficult to find on the way back so I stood for a while trying to find something that I could use as a guide on way down. I found three bare tree trunks that could be my guide and spent a moment sealing the forest break’s position in my memory. The photo below is looking towards them when they came into view on the descent. The camera’s sensor couldn’t see what my eyes could just make out in the distance.

Mochrum Fell

Mochrum Fell

The original plan was to reach the summit then look down the SW slopes to see if I could descend that way. I’d even carted binoculars all this way to aid me in this. With the mist though, I couldn’t see the slopes so decided to head back the way I had come.

Once back on the forestry track I continued around Mochrum Fell clockwise. I saw the buildings at Mochrum beneath me and took the next fork left in the track, towards Poundland Moor. The autumn colours were a lot brighter here than they had been on the way up, something I put down to a change in light as the day grew older. Then we walked past an old barn that I didn’t remember passing before. How could I have not noticed that? When we came upon a house and outbuildings I realised I was not where I thought I was. This was Mochrum and I must have turned off the encircling track too soon.

I could have continued on via Ardmannoch, which would have been much the same distance but because I ad the dogs with me I decided to stick with forestry tracks and turned back. Back on track we soon found the junction with the track to Poundland Moor. I decided to take a slightly different route through Falbae Moor to walk past the unnamed loch there. A swan watched us from the water and Eddie didn’t know what to make of it honking at him from the water. I don’t speak swan but I think the gist was “don’t even think about jumping in, pup”.

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Margree and the lang Scot’s Mile

12.5 miles  4h 45m  360m ascent

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Loch Howie and Loch Skae circular then Margree circular

As the photograph below shows it was a bit of a wet start. There were two signs by the road, the first read “Path: Loch Howie and Loch Skae Circular 4.5”, and the second “Path: Margree Circular 4”. With information such as that I didn’t expect it to be a 12.5 mile walk. I did do the first section as a figure of eight, adding about a mile, but the Margree circular was over 6 miles.

A wet start

 

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This was a forest walk with little in the way of specific places to visit and it would be easy to think of it as boring if one didn’t take an interest in the plants, trees, and water. Wildflowers were very much on the wane but autumn leaves were everywhere to see and there were plenty of toadstools, including some Amanita muscaria, dotted about.

The bracken’s colours are now past their best and as the leaf fronds shrivel away their light green stems are revealed. Stands of nettles on the other hand have turned black. The grasses though are now turning yellow and orange.

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These two pipes, gradually being overcome by nature, were a little way off the track and had I come across them later in the day would have been a good place to sit for lunch.

The Loch Howie and Loch Skae circular route isn’t way-marked. The only places where there would be uncertainty about the route are where it meets a connecting track running along Lamb Rig. I presumed this was not part of the circle but I decided to include it (twice) by walking a figure of eight. There was not anything special to see along that way other than some autumnal trees and old walls hidden amongst the trees suggesting that the area was once open pasture. Who needs a wall in middle of a forest?

Laguna Lodge at Loch Howie

Laggan Lodge at Loch Howie

The ruins of Laggan Lodge sit where the connecting track rejoins the “circular” path close to Loch Howie. The lodge appears to have two parts with differing architectural features. That closer to the loch has arched windows and doors, and is I think an old hunting lodge,  whereas the rest has straight lintels and given the nearby walls looking like sheilings this was probably a farmhouse. The roofs are long gone but the section with arched windows looks to have had the tops of its walls capped.

Older maps show a footpath heading a little south of east from the Lodge leading to Halfmark. It isn’t on the modern maps but a path can be made out leaving the present path in about the right place. I couldn’t see very far along it but it would be interesting to know if it survived the afforestation.

From the ruins, the track I followed climbs away from the loch. There are several small quarries along the way, most in the process of being reclaimed by nature, but one is clearly still in use and had a 4m tall pile of rocks. I wondered if I would be able to see Loch Howie from the top of the pile so set to climbing up it, which proved easy enough. I could glimpse the water through the tops of trees but the view wasn’t really worth the effort. Getting off the rocky mound was a little more difficult with what had been firm footholds on the way up behaving more like scree on the way down.

Is that a mound?

Is that a mound?

Further along the track and I spied what appeared to be a large mound in the distance. Could it be an ancient cairn perhaps? Getting to it would have been a major slog, so it must remain a mystery. I can’t find it marked on old maps, so perhaps it isn’t anything special. But you never know, and it doesn’t fit with the rest of the terrain.

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Loch Skae

A little further along and Loch Skae came into view. Above it, out of shot and to the right of the photo above is Fell Hill, so good they named it twice. The forestry track passed a plantation of larches fading to a golden yellow and then descended to the loch itself.

There was a landing stage on the loch with several tethered boats which, judging by the many signs about private fishing, are likely to used for fishing. A sturdy gate prevents access by vehicles but is easily by-passed by those on foot. Except that is for Eddie, who was left crying on the fare side of it after Sweep and I had stepped around it. ( I showed him the way.)

There was a picnic table by the loch side and fate decreed that it started to rain again just as I found it, so I decided not to have lunch there.

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Following the forestry track I was soon back at the connecting track. This second time of walking it the heavens really opened forcing me into the trees for cover. It was time to put anything hydrophobic into waterproof bags, don waterproof trousers and get the rucksack cover on.

Having swapped the usual camera for its waterproof substitute, eaten a sandwich and had some tea, while the dogs dug holes showering me in pine needles, I set off again.

Seat by Loch Howie

Seat by Loch Howie

This rather unusual seat stood beside Loch Howie. It looked a little too much like an ejector seat to me so I choose not to test it. Various bits of boats lay scattered about though none looked large enough to have accommodated the seat.

Reeds growing from the water gave the loch an eerie look but I wasn’t able to really capture that in the photos. I even briefly dug my usual camera out of its waterproof bag, while sheltering in the trees, but it was no better.

Loch Howie

Loch Howie

From Loch Howie it was only a short way back to the road and the start of the “Margree circular 4”. I made the mistake of presuming the “4” referred to the number of statute miles, whereas it would appear to be a measure of “country miles”, or “lang Scot’s miles”, the latter, also known as the common mile, is 1500 five-foot paces and therefore about 1.42 statute miles. The common mile was banned by statute in Scotland in 1685, so I’m tempted to complain to the weights and measures people about this confusing use of an outmoded measure of distance.

Margree Forest

Margree Forest

As I strode along in waterproofs the sun came out to ensure I was properly baked, but on the plus side, the sunlight enhanced the autumn colours. Much of this part of the forest has been felled, and a sign for “Margree Forest” looked a little forlorn standing as it did amidst the devastation of felling, with just half a dozen small deciduous trees standing about it. The track near here passed through a fence and I don’t recall seeing a gate, which will become relevant later.

The track after what seemed about a mile and was in fact 1.1 miles joined another track. Here was another sign this time for the “Margree Circular 3”. So I had only walked half a mile from the road? A pickup truck was stopped here but there was no sign of the driver. I presumed it was a forestry truck, but in retrospect it didn’t have any signs on it.

Rhinns of Kells from Margree

Rhinns of Kells from Margree

So on I went following the track around clockwise. This track did in fact have occasional way marker posts, but usually where there was no real question about the direction to take, for example on stretches without any junctions. Where there was uncertainty, there was not a post.

There were good views of the whole Rhinns of Kells range, and as ever what appeared quite large hills to the naked eye, are tiny things on the photos. A broad swathe of blue crept across the sky and when I reached the trees pictured at the beginning of this report I decided to risk removing the waterproof trousers. You can probably guess what happened then, but when the rain did return it remained relatively light.

We walked past, well a few hundred metres from, the cottage at Margree. This must once have been a farmhouse, but cannot be now that it is within the forest. What must have been enclosed grazing are now overgrown and the dykes in disrepair.

Near Greentop of Margree

Near Greentop of Margree

There is a small lochan near Margree and the OS map marks a ford at the Margree Burn. The burn now runs beneath the track so no wet feet there.

A secondary top of Greentop of Margree has a trig pillar and since this was both close visible from the track I felt compelled to visit it. This was the usual terrain of heather tussock and pools but it is only a very short detour. There is now a mound of earth close to the trig, the work of the forestry I should think, so the trig is probably no longer visible from the west.

Back on the track we plodded on, poor Eddie must have hurt his paw since he was limping occasionally.

Eventually we reached Regland Loch and were treated to a rainbow. It then seemed a long slog back to the track junction. The pickup truck was gone.

Rainbow over Loch Regland

Rainbow over Loch Regland

Heading back to the road we met three guys whose 4×4 had fallen into a deep ditch beside the track. They asked if I happen to have a landrover, and I had to admit that I didn’t. I’m not an engineer but I doubted they would get their car out just by towing. Some sort of lifting gear would be needed. Luckily they had phone service and had already called for help. I said I would tell the ranger if I saw him.

On the way back I found a locked gate where I had not recalled seeing a gate before. It looked brand spanking new and had a substantial lock which had been so placed to not only prevent it opening for vehicles, but also to prevent the pedestrian section opening. Presumably the 4×4 guys had got in some other way since the gate from the road where I was parked was locked. I hope they got their car back on the road.

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