SUW5: The Water of Trool to the Black Burn

15.23 miles  6h 5m  ascent 794m; max elevation 314m slopes of Shield Rig

Giant Axe HeadRoute: SUW Caldons to Knockmulloch

This was our fifth section of the SUW challenge, and would take us past the 25% mileage mark (indeed, up to 30%). It was a warm day and as we arrived at the Water of Trool, a few light raindrops were hitting the windscreen, but not enough to need the wipers. I climbed from the car, sensing the atmosphere and wondered if I needed to wear a jacket. The pessimists were already getting togged up in waterproof trousers but I convinced them that waterproofs wouldn’t be needed.

On reflection, I should have let them get fully gore-texed thus invoking the inverse Sod’s Law to keep the rain away.

As it was, within 10 minutes my prediction was proved wrong. We had to huddle under some trees getting waterproofs on ourselves and our rucksacks. I’ll have to send back my meteorology badge.

Loch Trool

Loch Trool

The path along Loch Trool has been “improved” since I last walked it. The old dirt path has been covered with a layer of stones, presumably to prevent erosion and spare us a muddy walk. There was plenty of orange peel fungus, Aleuria aurantia, looking very much like orange peel strewn along the path.

The path starts close to the water of Loch Trool and climbs steadily giving more elevated views across the loch up to the Gairland Burn which was in spate with the rain. The vibrant green of the woods and blue of the loch, seen the previous week, were transformed by the mist into variations on a theme of grey with hauntingly still water.

Orange Peel Fungus

Orange Peel Fungus

An information board towards the eastern end of the loch gives details of the 1307 Battle of Glentrool, a turning point in the Robert Bruce’s campaign, apparently. And after we had read of this great Scottish victory, our Cumbrian had to be reprimanded for referring to the water as a “lake”. Tut, tut…when in Rome….you don’t hear me calling it a “mere”.

There have been changes in the route of the SUW at Glenhead. The route shown on my OS map crosses Glenhead Burn at the second footbridge but now the signs turned us away from the bridge along a forestry track which carries the number 7 national cycleway up the hillside towards the waterfall of the Shiel Burn. By now the rain had eased off but Craiglee was hidden in mist.

Shiel Burn waterfall

Shiel Burn waterfall

The Giant Axe Head, one of the Seven Stanes is beside the track at the watershed between Loch Trool and  and Loch Dee. The runes carved on the stone are “The Mystery” an ancient poem ascribed to the Irish druid, Amergin. They are the words spoken as he first set foot on Ireland.

I am the wind which breathes upon the sea,
I am the wave of the ocean,
I am the murmur of the billows,
I am the ox of the seven combats,
I am the vulture upon the rocks,
I am a beam of the sun,
I am the fairest of plants,
I am a wild boar in valor,
I am a salmon in the water,
I am a lake in the plain,
I am a word of science,
I am the point of the lance of battle,
I am the God who created in the head the fire.
Who is it who throws light into the meeting on the mountain?
Who announces the ages of the moon?
Who teaches the place where couches the sun?
(If not I)

The Axe Head gave us an excuse to stop for a breather and some photos. Unfortunately the mist still hung around us so we could not yet see Loch Dee or the hills beyond it. After our pause it was downhill to Loch Dee. The original plan had been to have lunch at White Laggan Bothy, but it had stopped raining so we pressed on intending to stop near the angler’s hut.

National Cycleway sign at Loch Dee

National Cycleway sign at Loch Dee

We walked on along the path by Loch Dee, past the cycleway sign that looks like  mermaid’s tail and the bench dedicated to “Robert Donnan Borthwick 1914-1989, a doctor in Dumfries for 33 years”. Here is his obituary from the BMJ.

Dr Borthwick's Obituary

By the time we reached the road off to Craigencallie we realised that the Angler’s Hut must have been removed, so we stopped at the rocks by the gate with the sign, “Fishing by permit only- 2 fish limit”.

After lunch we crossed The Blackwater of Dee which is about the quarter way mark of the SUW. From there the forest tracks took us across to Clatteringshaws, and then to the minor road near Craigenbay. We stopped on the bridge over the Garrary Burn while Elaine tried to remove her waterproof trousers the hard way. It’s so much easier if they are unzipped first. The next section had quite a variety of toadstools, including the classic Amanita Muscaria in the forest and colourful fungi on fallen trees.

The SUW signpost near Craigenbay is marked “pick-up point” so the necessary jokes were voiced.

Many-zoned Polypore Fungus

Many-zoned Polypore Fungus

We had about a quarter of a mile on the road before the SUW turned off to the right. Up to this point we had been on constructed paths of one sort or another since leaving the car. From here on though the walk became a little wilder crossing uneven boggy ground first in forest breaks and then across the moorland of Shield Rig.

I had been falling behind the vanguard, spending too much time gawping at toadstools, then turned a corner to find Elaine and Joanna standing on a raised forest road. This road looks newly constructed and isn’t on the OS map. From a distance it looked more like a wall and my first sight of it had Elaine and Joanna pretending to be balancing on the “wall”.

Just before leaving the woods we passed an Ultreia SUW marker post, so David and I struck off to look for the hidden hoard which we found in an old sheep pen with the rotting remains of wooden shed. The pen was unusual, the walls had been built enclosing a massive erratic which must have limited its capacity and the ground leading to the pen and within its walls were so boggy that it could not have been used for animals as it was. Perhaps the bogginess has developed with the planting of the forest. I plunged my hand through the spider webs into the hoard, took our waymerkers and then headed back to the SUW.

SUW Hoard

SUW Hoard

Out of the trees we had a mile or so of moorland and initially lost the path before spotting some way markers and picking our way across Shield Rig to the abandoned buildings at Clenrie. From there we were back on a track and headed down to the car at the parking place below Hen Craig.

Walked with: Audrey, Joanna, David, Elaine.

 

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SUW4: Tannylaggie to Trool

12.5 miles  5h 50m  263m ascent; max elevation 184m Ochiltree Hill

 

Water of MinnochRoute: SUW Tannylaggie Bridge to Caldons

We were treated to a beautiful Autumn day, with sunshine to shame a summer’s day, reds and yellows emerging from the greenery and just the right amount of breeze to keep us comfortable.

Tannylaggie Bridge, the end of our last walk, was our starting point for this section. Despite having driven along this road several times, this was the first time that I had noticed we were driving downhill. I sighed at the thought of setting off with an uphill section but it was hardly noticeable with our rested legs.

The River Bladnoch meandered along amongst tall grass and conifer plantations and the roadside bracken was still green with only occasional yellowing fronds, quite different from the autumnal colours later in the walk. We seemed to walk further into Autumn as we headed east.

The SUW followed the road we had just driven along but the only traffic we saw was a tractor working in the fields.

A little north of Knowe we spotted a cairn on a wee hummock a couple of hundred metres away, but what it signified I do not know. Knowe itself gave us our first taste of red with red leaves, berries and an old red telephone box. A milestone, opposite an SUW signpost, where the SUW leaves the road is marked G22 on one side and N8 on the other giving the distances to Girvan and Newton Stewart.

Milepost at Knowe

Milepost at Knowe

The next mile of SUW proved more difficult than I had expected. On the OS map it crosses a forest between Knowe and Glenruther Lodge. In reality it is much more exciting. After a brief trek between trees we found ourselves in a wide clearing with occasional trees and tall grass. The track was obvious but the grass hid the ground from view so I didn’t see the hole that got me. The first I knew of it was a sudden change from upright to sprawled. Luckily I was in the company of experienced nurses, though in my shocked state my hearing must having been playing up because I thought I heard “I wish I had had my camera ready”.  I took the rest of the section more slowly and carefully.

Unfortunately the eastern half of the forest had been felled and the path of the SUW was lost amongst the debris, pools, and mud. How we decried the lack of direction posts here. The only saving grace was that we could see our target, Glenruther Lodge, so we knew which direction to head as we picked our way through the arboreal devastation and searched for ways around the stinking stagnant pools. It was quite a relief to emerge onto the road at Glenruther Lodge and turn towards Glenruther Farm. The dry stone wall by Glenruther farm has a “lunky hole”, a gap large enough for sheep but not cattle to pass through.

Emerging from the felled forest

Emerging from the felled forest

Glenruther does not sit in a glen and is Clonryddin on older maps, taking its name from cluain-ridir, knight’s meadow, suggesting a possible link with the Knights Hospitaller of the Order of St John, who have connections with St John’s Town of Dalry. With this history in mind I was in the mood to see the Deil’s Dyke on Ochiltree Hill.

I had seen the Deil’s Dyke on older maps and our route should have crossed it on the slopes of the Ochiltree Hill. Sadly there was nothing to see of it.

The summit of Ochiltree Hill is a lowly 184m but offers excellent views: The three lochs, Ochiltree, Black and Fyntalloch; and the hills, Craig Airie Fell to the west from our previous outing, and the Galloway Hills, where our second car was parked, Merrick and the Awful Hand, Lamachan and Cairnsmore of Fleet, to the east. Later in the walk we would even be able to see the summits of the Rhinns of Kells. Ochiltree with its views was good spot to stop for a rest and a bite to eat and the trig pillar even has enough of a lip at its base to sit on.

Ochiltree Hill

Ochiltree Hill

Having moaned about the lack of marker posts where the forest had been felled, we now looked along the obvious track off Ochiltree Hill with four marker posts visible. The ground here was boggy on places but generally easy going. We passed a gate and then came across some golden mushrooms. They look bronze on the photos but were more golden in real life. Amanita phalloides, death cap, I think. We also saw a grass shoots with red seeds.

Red grass seeds

Red grass seeds

Death Cap?

Death Cap?

The path follows a wall for a short while but then bears left towards a broadleaved wood at Garchew. We followed the trodden path into the wood but it soon petered out leaving us in very boggy ground beneath the trees so we headed back to the open ground and eventually found the SUW which skirts around the edge of the trees. There is firm ground to be had here but cows with their calves had taken station there and we thought it best to stick with the more difficult terrain away from the beasts.

After crossing the Bargrennan-Knowe road we headed across a boggy meadow but there were several short footbridges across the stagnant pools leaving just one challenging boggy area to cross on foot.

Having climbed out of the meadow and back on firmer ground we could see the forests across the Cree with Merrick in the distance. The path brought us to a step-ladder over a stone wall over which Jo had to man-handle the dogs only to repeat the job 2 minutes later. It did look as though a minimal diversion could have avoided the need to cross the two walls. Ours not to reason why.

Crossing the Cree at Bargrennan marked the half way point of the day’s walk and also the end of the official third section in my guidebook, though of course we have been slicing up the walk in our own way. I had thought the remaining half of the walk would be a riverside amble (no climbing) and looked forward to stopping for lunch dangling my legs in the cool water. I was to be disappointed on both counts.

Cree woods

Cree woods

Despite walking along the Cree in a downstream direction, we climbed, and climbed, and then when I thought we couldn’t climb any more, we climbed. No rocks or fallen trees presented themselves as likely lunch spots and the river fell away beneath us putting more distance between my toes and the cool water. There were a great many purple topped toadstools, all looking past their best and we wondered if this is what becomes of Fly Agaric, but I now wonder if they were primrose brittlegill.

 

Primrose Brittlegill

Primrose Brittlegill

After the conifers by the Cree the SUW turned away from the river and crossed the peninsula made by the Cree and Minnoch. This involved a short section on forestry tracks  but we were soon back alongside the water, this time the Water of Minnoch and found a pleasant shaded spot for lunch.

There is an oakwood beside the Water of Minnoch, Holm Wood, with numerous mature oaks as well as a great many new oak shoots. Beneath the towering oaks were hazel and holly. Hollyoaks, no less.

At the end of Holm wood we crossed the Minnoch and followed its far bank for half a mile before reaching the final section of the walk beside the Water of Trool. The bracken here was in full autumnal colours.

 

Cree Woods

Cree Woods

Just to confirm that the purple fungi were not Amanita muscaria we came across some of these classic toadstools and their structure was quite different from the purples earlier in the walk.

Beyond Stroan Bridge the SUW is a stone path, a little harder on the feet but better than bog. Our final fungal find was here, some orange peel fungus.

The last mile and a half did seem to drag on a bit but was briefly livened up when we met a fox coming along the path. He seemed as surprised to see us as we were him, but he bounded off before I could snap a picture. The dogs didn’t seem interested.

Eventually we spotted an SUW information sign, looking a little like a bus shelter but in the woods and knew we had reached Caldons and the car.

With: Audrey, Joanna

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PS We did not find the kist during this section but subsequently found it in May 2015

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SUW3: Across the Purgatory Burn

11.8 miles  5h 47m  ascent 365m,  max elevation Craigairie Fell 320m

Route: SUW, Dranigower to Tannylaggie

A warm damp day, with neither rain nor drizzle, but dampness precipitating directly from the air. Though humid doesn’t seem a word one would use for conditions in D&G, it does seem the best descriptor for this day. The low cloud put paid to any views of the surrounding hills, but we had seen them last month so were able to give more attention to closer things, like the plants underfoot.

Our start point was Dranigower Bridge. Dranigower means blackthorn thicket of the goats and I was a little disappointed at first to find Hawthorns close by, but I’m pleased to say that we did pass a lichen covered Blackthorn a little further along. No goats though.

Blackthorn

The road climbed gently past the cottage at Balmurrie to the farmhouse and soon had us warmed up. Within a quarter of an hour I realised that I had dressed a little too warmly and stopped to peel off a layer before I overheated. We then crossed one of those worrying areas where the OS has the tufts of grass in both blue and green, but the track remained firm and dry. We soon came to a sign off to the right which read “Cairn Na Gath 800m”. I set off up the wee slope to see if I could get a view of it but gave up before I got to the top of the brew.

In retrospect that decision was a mistake since had I gone the extra 50m I might have noticed that we had missed a turning in the SUW. Needless to say we followed a well trodden track that became progressively less well defined then disappeared leaving us in moorland with no visible landmarks and no SUW posts. We headed for some higher ground and then followed the dyke eastwards on the assumption that the SUW would have to cross the wall and would have a way of crossing the wall. I suspect that were not the first walkers to have gone that way since there did seem to be a faint track at times. Eventually we found steps over the wall and an SUW way marker, albeit a midget one half the usual size.

I suspect that the path marked towards Cairn na Gath is actually the SUW at that point and if not it would certainly have to cross the SUW. Carn na Gath (Cairn of the wildcat), is a neolithic burial cairn 30m long.

Cairn na Gath in the background

But we did get an opportunity to moan about the lack of marker posts where they are needed and to experience a walk across pathless moorland even if it was only for a few minutes. I will admit that finding the path again was a relief.

Funny walking stick

Back on the way-marked path we followed the marker posts into a quagmire on the far side of Knockniehourie where the height of ones boot mattered as much as its waterproofing. I gathered from the sounds behind me that Audrey’s boot height had been tested and found wanting.

The next section was along a wide forest break through knee deep grass that led us to a footbridge at the Purgatory Burn. The burn here is narrow and deep but widens to the west. This rather unusual name derives from the time when lepers were given the last rites at Glenluce Abbey then journeyed across the moors to the leper colony near Loch Derry. Once the lepers had crossed the Purgatory Burn they could not return. They would later wash in water from the Wells of the Rees which were thought to have healing properties.

The point of no return

A path of sorts has been laid beyond the footbridge which gives firmer footing for a while. There were a great many red topped mushrooms (without white spots) at the edge of the forest and when we got a little closer to take photos we could see that the entire forest floor had them.

Red Mushrooms in the forest

We next joined a forestry track for about half a mile. The red mushrooms were still seen here but less numerous than in the earlier section. The SUW leaves the track to head through the forest (with a large signpost) and here we found a bucket of disinfectant with a brush and a sign asking us to clean our boots and carefully remove pine needles from our clothes to help prevent the spread of phytophthora. It must be the first time I have cleaned my boots on purpose in the middle of a walk.

Laggangarn and bothy

Laggangarn was only a few minutes away. Our first glimpse was of a ruined wall and a cairn and then the wooden “beehive” bothy. The visitors book (vol. 6) explained that it had been built in Autumn 1993 by Charles Gulland as a place for rest and shelter for users of the SUW. We rested in the bothy and had our lunch sheltered from the elements. The door is quite small, so much so that at first I thought it was a window, and I somehow managed to bang not my head but my back on the lintel. The last entry in the visitors book was two days earlier from a ranger who had just met power workers scouting for sites for turbines. What a shame.

I had thought that the Laggangarn standing stones would be in the same clearing so went up to the higher ground to look for them. They are actually in another clearing 300m further on but I didn’t know that then. On the higher ground is another ruined building and quite close is a substantial road/track not marked on the OS map, perhaps for the coming turbines.

Laggangarn standing stones

Once rested and fed, and just a little drier, we set off and were soon at the Laggangarn standing stones. I looked at these two stones and for some reason the first thought that came to mind was “Lot and his wife”. They certainly are a size and shape to suggest a man and his wife. These two grey sandstone monoliths are said to be the survivors of a bronze age circle of 14 of which 7 were still present in 1873. Some of missing stones are now lintels in the nearby ruins. Though the stone circle dates back 4000 years these stones have been decorated with christian crosses, the style of the crosses suggesting they were added in the eighth century.

Laggangarn. Lagan g-carn, hollow of the cairns. There are some remarkable remains at this place on the Tarf. The old pack-horse track crosses the river under Kilgallioch and there used to be here three standing stones, of which two now remain, each bearing large incised crosses. A story is told of a man who, in rebuilding the now deserted farm-house of Laggangarn, carried off one of the standing stones to form a lintel. Some time afterwards his sheep-dogs went mad and bit him. He also went mad, and his wife and daughters ” smoored him atween twa cauf beds “ (smothered him between two mattresses filled with chaff), and buried him on the hillside, placing the broken stone over his grave. It is a desolate region.

Topography of Galloway, Herbert Maxwell, 1887

Despite the desolation, the ground around the two standing stones had been newly mown, presumably by Historic Scotland,

The Tarf Burn runs close by with a wooden footbridge that leads to a forestry track. The SUW though leaves the track almost immediately and heads through trees up to the bracken covered moorland of the Wells of the Rees. Having battled through the wet bracken to the Wells less than a month earlier we decided to revisit them in our memories rather than in reality.

Craig Airie Fell summit

We now passed through a section of felled forest draped in mist and looking like a film set for Mordor or the Somme. The ground was squelchy and occasionally very wet. The excellent views we had in August during the recce for this walk were lost in the mist but we still stopped at the summit of Craig Airie Fell for a snack and looked into the mist.

We then made our way down out of the mist and back along the SUW, past Loch Derry (Liberland, the leper’s land was on its far side) and Derry farm and then along the potholed road.

Polbae Burn

The road near Polbae has forestry fir trees to the right and broad leafed trees along the Polbae burn to our left. It looked as if Polbae may once have been a planned garden that has now run wild. We walked along trying to identufy the trees and plants until we reached Tannylaggie bridge and crossed the Bladnoch to reach the car with its promise of dry footwear.

Some flora:

With: Audrey

 

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SUW2: Ultreia

SUW 2 Ultreia!: the write up will be a bit delayed but here’s some info to keep you going. 9.9 miles (9.0 miles of SUW), 4h 45m (a little slower than planned), 292m ascent, max elevation Caves of Kilhern 145m, 1,133 calories burnt, (I forgot how many paces it was), 1 ruined 15th century castle, 1 ruined 12th century abbey, 1 neolithic (4000-5000 year old) burial site, 1 unexpected airfield, our first major river crossed (Luce), discarded clothing passed, 1 waterfall, our first kist with an SUW coin hoard, Mike’s animal husbandry skills on show, a glimpse at male and female seeds (snigger), signs warning of squirrels and elephants, “Ultreia” on an SUW sign (something pilgrims would shout to encourage others, meaning “Walk on” or “go further”), and all rounded off with cakes. But I did forget to caress David’s new trousers.

We set off from Castle Kennedy, having parked by the ruined castle, and headed back over the watercourse to rejoin the SUW along an estate road. This gave us some good views over the Black Loch with its crannog before we walked through woodland leading to the New Luce Road we had just driven along.

After a short stint of road walking with just the hedgerows to look at we found an SUW sign and turned right off the road. The track then climbed gently past the cottages and remnants of farm buildings at Chlenry, through broadleaved trees and farmland before coming to the road again for a short stretch. Chlenry derives its name from claen meaning sloping and this is main climb of this section, only about 50m but enough elevation to give us a better view looking back over Cults Loch with its own wee crannog. A couple of Cessnas were parked on Castle Kennedy airfield undermining my earlier assertion that the airfield was no longer used.

An SUW information board and signpost marks where the way leaves the New Luce road for the second time and pointed us onto a track over moorland. On the OS map the SUW leaves this track where the woodland begins, but the older forest has long since been felled here and is now bracken and heather covered moorland. An SUW post just after a gate marks the turn off on to a grassy path.

Even on this drab day the moorland was colourful with purple heather, bright green bracken, a variety of greens on young trees, red berries, yellow flowers and grey stone in a small quarry.

The path of the SUW crossing the moor runs beside a wall and seems to be raised above the marsh on a causeway which in places has substantial stones suggesting that another wall may have once stood there. Finding somewhere to sit for lunch though was a little difficult. There where occasional outcroppings of rock but they were too big and the wall itself, though a tempting seat, was usually sat in boggy ground.

View across Glenwhan Moor

When we did find a likely lunch spot, I made the mistake of choosing a tree stump as my seat and was lucky to escape injury when it disintegrated converting from a flat topped cylinder into a sharp point.

At Drumfleugh we passed an SUW post marked with “Ultreia” a phrase pilgrims in days gone by would call out to each other, meaning something like “Onward!”

A little later we entered the forest between Airyolland and The Water of Luce. The strange installation pictured below was amongst the trees and had a collection of Waymerker coins.

SUW Kist

 

Water of Luce

The forest walk passed from forestry fir trees to mature broadleaf and was quite a pleasant section. This brought us to a footbridge over the railway line and another over the Water of Luce, the first major river of our trek.

Beyond the river we were faced with a dilemma. The SUW enters a field and leaves the other side but the field was planted and there was no obvious path. A sign asked walkers to cross in single file which we did avoiding plants where we could, but I still felt uneasy crossing a crop.

After a brief section of road walking we turned along a track and climbed back up to the moors.

Hieland Coo

The path was boggy in sections along here and there were cows and calves standing in our way. They didn’t much like us though and wandered off as we approached making ourselves look big.

Caves of Kilhern

After ruminating on the uses of a small brick building near the ruined farmhouse at Kilhern I was looking forward to visiting the burial cairns nearby. We found a sign leaning against a stone wall “Caves of Kilhern 200m” and I thought it must have fallen over and been placed there against the wall. There seemed to be a faint track a little beyond that which I encouraged the group to use. Once we had walked well past 200m without any burial chambers in sight I realised I had led them a astray.

The sign, it would appear, was in the right place and following the wall would be the best way to get to the ancient stones. As it was, David and I just had to climb the wall and have a short jaunt across the moorland to get to them.

It was only a short walk then to the end of this leg. Audrey remembered seeing a waterfall on her map and as we walked we could hear it so scrambled over a wall to get a photo. There is a footbridge over the Cross Water of Luce that allowed me a view of the waterfall but the bridge looks as if it could fall down anytime.

Having collected the car we drove back Castle Kennedy for refreshments in the visitor’s cafe.

Loup of Barnshangan waterfall

With: Audrey, David, Derek, Elaine, Joanna

 

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Wells o’ the Rees

7.8 miles  4h 42min  ascent 303m

Craigmoddie-2Route: Derry Farm-Craig Airie Fell-Craigmoddie

This walk combined a visit to the Wells o’ the Rees and Linn’s Tomb with a recce of parking places for a future SUW leg. The sun was out and we were making good time so we drove up to visit the standing stones at Cairn Holy on the way.

Derry Ruins

Derry Ruins

We were able to park off the road about a quarter of a mile short of Derry Farm. The road in was single track from the turn off after Knowe but in excellent condition as far as Darloskine Bridge. After the tidy hedgerows and signs warning drivers to Take care: Kids at Darloskine Bridge the road was replaced with a ribbon of potholes.

SUW leaflet BoxOn the OS map the SUW takes a loop beyond Derry Farm but there was a path cutting out the dog-leg. I was wondering if we would be cheating using this short-cut but then noticed the path had a fancy wooden kissing gate and a leaflet box tacked on to an SUW marker post, so it was the correct way.

The path soon rejoins the returning loop of what was now a forestry track and heads westwards with Craig Airie Fell in the distance. Loch Derry was on our right with the Galloway hills beyond it, and the rocky outcroppings of Craigmoddie Fell to our left. We passed a sign for Linn’s Tomb and then began a gentle climb.

Summer colours, Craig Airie

Summer colours, Craig Airie

The SUW leaves the forestry track about 800m after the Linn’s Tomb sign. This is a pleasant climb along a woodland track. The plants were showing their summer colours and there were a great many butterflies about. The woodland track crosses the forestry track and then becomes a little steeper. The direction of climb allows some great views back over Loch Derry to the Galloway Hills, stretching north from the Craigenreoch group, south to the sea, Merrick standing proud of its neighbours.

Audrey on Craig Airie Fell

Audrey on Craig Airie Fell

Craig Airie Fell is the highest point in the old county of Wigtonshire, its name derived from airidh, a hill pasture. It has excellent views, mostly over moorland scattered with small lochs and the Galloway Hills as a backdrop. The trig pillar has a low stone shelter about it, and though it does not offer much shelter, it works well for seating, so we stopped for elevenses and to admire the view. From here the fingers of the Awful Hand Range can be clearly seen, but one’s imagination really has to be turned up to 11 to see this as a hand. Sadly the government has approved a 96 turbine wind farm on this hill and the surrounding land, so the views will likely change.

Craig Airie Fell summit

Craig Airie Fell summit

Craig Airie Fell

Craig Airie Fell

The SUW continues along Craig Airie Fell then drops down towards the forestry track, though the two don’t meet. The path became quite boggy in places here and we passed from vibrant living woodland into the devastation of felled forest. Occasional dead trunks, bleached by the sun and stripped of their branches, stood amid stumps and rotting branches. A pair of sheep watched us from the destruction, looking like unlikely survivors of a Tunguska event.

Craig-dhu cairn

Craig-dhu cairn

Ahead of us stood a stone man cairn on a small knoll marked as Craig-dhu on the map. From here it should have been about 200m to the turn off for the Wells o’ the Rees so I counted my paces but need not have done since there was a large sign “Wells o’ the Rees 100yds/ Laggangarn stones 1 mile”.

The sign pointed into a mass of chest-deep bracken with no obvious path. We looked at each other. No discussion was needed. We headed into the bracken, stumbling and pushing through the tangled ferns. I actually had just enough time to think how lucky it was that the bracken wasn’t wet before becoming aware that my trousers were wet.

One of the Wells o' the Rees

One of the Wells o’ the Rees

Unfortunately, I was somewhat underwhelmed by the Wells themselves. These looked like small mounds of stones. The one hidden most deeply in the bracken seemed to have more structure to it with a small opening downhill, and I wonder if the others were once like that but have since collapsed.

My plan had been to head across to Craigmoddie Fell, but fighting through 500m of undergrowth like this didn’t seem a good idea. An alternative was to re-trace our steps to Craig-dhu then through a forest break to the slopes of Craigmoddie. So we headed back up through the bracken and along to the cairn. From there we picked our way through a short section of felled forest and onto the forestry track, using the tracks of some giant vehicle as our path.

The forest had been replanted and when we looked down the only break in the trees it did not look inviting. Looking over the obviously marshy land I knew it was the sort of section I would think of as a challenge beforehand and a mistake afterwards, so we stuck with the forestry track until we were back to the SUW and walking in the sun allowed our trousers to dry.

Linn's Tomb signAfter a pause for lunch amongst the buzzing of insects we followed the path back the the sign for Linn’s Tomb. A rotting gate stands near the sign. To open it or climb it? It looked likely to disintegrate if subjected to either but proved hardier than it looked. It survived our passage, both outward and return. It must open at times because there are vehicle tracks heading up the hill, which we followed.

Linn’s Tomb is a structure with chest-high walls sitting in a shallow hollow. When I first looked down my heart fell as I saw bracken but this time there was an easy way through. The tomb has steps built in the wall which allow easy access to the interior where there are three inscribed stones.

Linn's Tomb, Craigmoddie

Linn’s Tomb, Craigmoddie

 

The main inscription reads:

Memento Mori
Here lies the body of Alex Linn
who was surprised and instantly shot to death
on this place by Lieut General Drumand for his
adherence to Scotland’s reformation covenants national
and solemn league 1685

It was only a short walk from the tomb up to the top of Craigmoddie Fell and I am glad I decided to visit the top because there were good views. There is a small cairn at the summit and a larger cairn at the high ground to the NE looking out to Merrick. A radio mast in the photos had me convinced there was a scratch on my laptop screen for a while.

Craigmoddie

Craigmoddie

Overall a good walk without any particularly difficult sections. The weather was good and we were treated to plenty of colour and an array of butterflies including large whites, peacocks, large heath and small tortoiseshell. And Tannylaggie Bridge has been identified as a parking spot for the SUW walks.

Awful Hand Range

Awful Hand Range

 

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SUW1: Portpatrick to Castle Kennedy

14.7 miles  6h 15m  ascent 432m; max elevation Mulloch Hill 164m

At the start of the SUWRoute: Portpatrick, Killantringan, Knockquhassen, Castle Kennedy

Car no.1 was stashed by Castle Kennedy and we all piled into car no.2 for the run to Portpatrick where there was plenty of parking. There was a chill in the air so we started well wrapped up but it warmed up nicely later on.

The Southern Upland Way begins at Portpatrick harbour. There is an SUW signpost (good for photos), an information board (though some of the group didn’t notice it), toilets (designed for the thinner gentleman) and a children’s playground (how many other long distance walks have a playground?). We began by posing for our photos then climbed the concrete steps up to the cliff top. The risers of these are inscribed with information about the geology of the area and length of the SUW.

Portpatrick

Portpatrick

Once on the cliff top, the path passes the Portpatrick Hotel, which is clearly very active,  and then the abandoned “British Telecom Radio Station” which with its boarded windows would easily pass muster as Norman Bates’ house.

Once past the aerials we had our first view of the coastal section of the path, wild on the seaward side and manicured inland (Dunskey golf course). We passed a variety of wildflowers including a substantial section of rock roses and then climbed down to the small beaches of Port Mora and Port Kale. This gave me an opportunity to get a pebble to carry from coast to coast on my SUW journey.

Port Kale beach

Port Kale beach

Port Kale was once the landfall for the undersea telegraph cable to Ireland.  A small building with a double pyramid roof that stands here was the original cable hut and is in pretty good nick given its age and position. It is boarded up now but has a sign identifying it as a Coastal Interpretation Centre, whatever that might be. By the hut is a red and yellow painted telegraph pole that would once have carried the cable to the shore.

By the time we had reached Port Kale, our muscles had warmed and it was time to stow the fleeces. It was a slightly steep climb up from the beach but there were reasonable steps in the rocks and a chain link handrail. This took us up to Ouchtriemakain Moor (the high ground of St Keyne) and a path through the bracken (though it is fern to me).

Portavaddie, a narrow gully, was another brief descent before we climbed back to the higher ground and along to Killantringan Lighthouse. The rusty remains of the Craigantlet, which ran aground in 1982, can still be seen in the sea below the lighthouse.

Killantringan Lighthouse

Killantringan Lighthouse

Killantringan Bay

Killantringan Bay

Beyond the lighthouse Killantringan Bay with its extensive beaches stretches to the north.  And after a very brief stop for photos we turned inland along the single track road for a couple of miles. The fields by the road were sometimes wild and uncultivated, sometimes the bright green of recently mown new growth in the sunshine. This area is called Knock and Maize, a name which presumably was once a straightforward description, cnoc and maes, meaning hill and plain.

Killantringan, the name given to a farm, bay and lighthouse, orignally meant the church of St Ninian, but there is no evidence of the church now. At Killantringan farm an impressive bull stood close to the road, as still as a statue, ignoring and being ignored by a nearby cow. Already a couple, perhaps?

Knock and Maize standing stone

Knock and Maize standing stone

Close to Knock and Maize farm a standing stone sits in a field by the road though the ambience and photogenic potential are undermined somewhat by having telegraph pole close to it. It would be nice to think this is an ancient monument but even the SUW’s official information sheet suggests it might be a cattle rubbing-post rather than an ancient religious monument. But who knows? The hill beyond the standing stone had white fences suggestive of an equine use but later on as we passed the entrance, the sign did not mention horses or stables but said it was a supplier of red deer.

Knock and Maize

Knock and Maize

A little way past Knocknamoak farm at a house called Three Acres the SUW turns sharp right onto a farm track, and then climbs Mulloch Hill where there is an SUW waymarker post set in a plinth marking the highest point of this section at a lowly 164m. As we approached this “summit” the sky darkened and we had our first short shower of the day. Stopping to get our jackets on gave us an opportunity to take a swig of water, and banana chips were handed round to keep our morale up. An unusual taste, but pleasant all the same.

Mulloch Hill before the jackets

Mulloch Hill before the jackets

From Mulloch Hill to Knockquhassen reservoir was moorland, Broad Moor, and the path was a little boggy in places. No wet feet for us but I imagine it could be much worse after prolonged rain.

Our plan was to walk to the reservoir for lunch but it seemed busy with anglers so we sat on a small knoll just before the road to the reservoir. I think our first view of Ailsa Craig was around there.

From Knockquhassen the SUW was back on single track roads but with very little traffic. Crossing the Crailloch Burn marked the half way point of the walk and I stopped here to take off my jacket and watch a couple of long haired cows by the burn. The hedgerows along here had a variety of plants including a great many Fuchsias in full bloom. There were butterflies, dozens of whites but one or two peacocks, and even some snails on the plants.

We could see rain approaching along Loch Ryan and I was expecting a drenching, but the shower passed to the east so we got no more than a few drops. By the time we reached Ochtrelure on the wee ridge behind Stranraer the sun was back and we had a great view of Ailsa Craig sitting beyond the mouth of Loch Ryan.

Ailsa Craig beyond Loch Ryan

Ailsa Craig beyond Loch Ryan

The rain did return a little later as we walked down the tree lined lane between Spout Wells and Whiteleys but with the trees we were quite sheltered and I didn’t even need my hood up. We crossed the old disused railway line here, but had I not been looking out for it I wouldn’t have noticed it.

After crossing the A77 I felt we were on the home stretch so we pressed on, but in retrospect we should perhaps have had a break. I was looking out for a likely spot but it never came.

Just before leaving the farmland for the woods near Barrack Hill Wood we passed a field of Belted Galloways, both black and browns. It reminded me that I had been asked about Belties at my job interview, God only knows why. The woods were a pleasant flat walk on easy terrain, the sound of cars on the A75 growing steadily louder.

In the woods just before Castle Kennedy village there is an SUW information board with a wee “E2” sign. I’ll be sticking to the SUW for now, since the full 3010 miles of the E2 (Galway to Nice) is too much to contemplate.

Castle Kennedy

Castle Kennedy

The final leg of this section was in the Castle Kennedy estate, along an avenue of broad leaved trees and rhododendrons, with the Lochinch Castle across the White Loch, and then up to the car park by ruins of Castle Kennedy.

Since the group debriefing was at the Skyreburn Cafe I had an opportunity to research the claims about the their bacon sandwiches. I can now confirm their high quality. I think Audrey enjoyed the spicy sausage sandwich as well.

With: Joanna, Audrey, David, Elaine

 

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Craiglee and the Wee Hills

4.8 miles  3h 30m  ascent 366m

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The Range of hills called the Awful Hand can be seen, by those of elastic imagination, as a hand reaching onto the land from the depths of the earth. When seen from the west, the summits look like knuckles and their western ridges fingers. The size of this fist would suggest it belonged to a giant standing 115 km tall. Upright its head would be in outer space, but perhaps these giants lay flat on the ground, nestling in valleys, grinding, eroding and moving rocks at what we would regard as a glacial pace?

When these ancient giants were shaping the mountains, valleys and lochs of Galloway, they set aside some of the smaller building materials and no doubt looked on proudly as a child giant, imitating her parents, began to build some small hills of her own. The craggy hard stones she used to make Craiglee, some left over hummocky moraine was piled up into the Wee Hill of Craigmulloch and the remaining parts, mainly craggy knolls, were swept into a small uneven pile, Mulluss.

Watching her parents as they added the finishing touches to their hills, the child giant decorated her work as they did, adding a bog in the col between the main hills, not forgetting to include some streams to drain excess water, and a small lochan just below the summit to hold the blue of the sky. Finally as she left, and just before washing her hands in the clear waters of the new Loch Doon, she cast handfuls of granite erratics over her work, the pattern of the erratics spelling her name. This was the giant’s way of hallmarking their work and she had seen her parent’s doing just the same.

Though the giants left these hills long ago, that child left something more than her wee hills behind. She also left an urge to build. This enchantment grips some of those who visit her hills and conveys a pervading urge to build. Even the mosses, grasses and heather that have covered the land have built a layer of soil, though they have left the erratics, a few crags and the lochan uncovered for now so the builder’s name is not lost. When other wanderers reached these places they too were driven by this urge to build and they have left cairns, mountains in miniature not yet conquered by the soil makers, at the summits and promontories, even on lowly Mullus. On Craiglee, a pillar fashioned from aggregate and cement, has been erected at the highest point by the last century’s cartographers. The giant would have found it a bit of an eyesore, I should think, but there’s no accounting for taste. Arcane lettering can  still be seen on it, but the elements have taken their toll and it can no longer be read.

Well, surprisingly enough, that’s the story that came to mind as I looked at these hills.

It was a warm sunny day but with heavy rain forecast for later so I plumped for a relatively early start even though it was only a short walk. I was keen to do this walk in good visibility because I wanted to get the most out of the views and I struck lucky this time. The drive along Loch Doon was surprisingly pot-hole free and there were only a few sheep on the road. The surroundings were very easy on the eyes and the loch was low enough to reveal the old castle island. The car park near the castle has a boulder that is just the right height to sit on for putting on boots, and more comfortable than the boot of the car.

Loch Doon Castle

Loch Doon Castle

Though I’ve driven past Loch Doon Castle many times and even walked up to the outer wall, for some reason I always seem to go there at the end of walks when I’ve used up my enthusiasm so this time I started by exploring the castle. It’s quite strange to think that these ruins were rebuilt here only 80 years ago when the loch’s level was raised 27 feet by the hydroelectric system. Mind you I’m more impressed by the the initial construction. It must have been quite un undertaking to build a castle like that out on an island in the loch. Over on the far side of Loch Doon there are some unusual structures crossing the burns. I had first noticed these when making my way off Coran of Portmark in April last year. They look like rail bridges but I had not been able to work out why they were there. Now I know. They were part of a WW1 rail mounted gunnery target range for aircraft. That will be why there is a modern looking brick building near the older ruins of Portmark. The project was not a success, apparently.

After absorbing the ambience of the castle ruins, in sunshine and under blue skies, I headed off the the start of the Craiglea trail, marked by a large post. The trail is about a hands breadth wide and starts on firm mown grass between ferns that were taller than me. Soon enough though the path climbed and within just a few minutes gave fantastic views of the Galloway Hills, right across from the Rhinns of Kells to the Awful Hand, Mullwharchar taking centre stage. The green of the intervening land was so rich that if I had seen it on a photograph I would have thought the photo had been enhanced in photoshop. Though the views were more extensive from the summits they didn’t beat the views from the lower slopes of Wee Hill of Craigmulloch (hereafter called the Wee Hill).

Galloway Hills from the Craiglea Trail

Galloway Hills from the Craiglea Trail

On the trail there were swarms of (well, quite a few) black and red butterflies, Scotch Argus, I think, and a magnificent golden-ringed dragonfly followed me for a few minutes then stopped on a rock for her photo. The Trail passes through the remains of a sheepfold, and here the dragonfly chose to let me go on alone. The path then became less well defined. I take it fewer people walk on beyond the sheepfold so the path has become more overgrown. A little way further on a faint path towards the Wee Hill leaves the trail. It is as though the trail reaches a T junction and I turned right. There were a couple of posts there that look as though they  once held a sign.

Golden Ringed Dragonfly

Golden Ringed Dragonfly

The track onto Wee Hill became fainter until I began to think that it only existed in my mind. Every now and then, though, especially on steeper sections the ground had been pressed into steps by walkers on mushier days. There are a couple of flattish shelves on the way up the hill and these sport the characteristic “I am wet” type vegetation, but I had chosen a dry day so it was like walking across a mattress. The flowers were putting on a spectacular show, the bright purple of the bell heather and pink of the ling contrasting with extensive bright yellow patches of bog asphodel. The cotton grass was past its best but a few white patches still remained.

View south from the Wee Hill of Craigmulloch

View south from the Wee Hill of Craigmulloch

Reaching the top of Wee Hill allowed me to see the full 10km of Loch Doon, and see over the end of the Rhinns of Kells to the Carsphairn Hills. To the south the hills beyond Loch Dee 20km away were just visible. At this stage Craiglee looked to be a predominantly green conical hill, calling into question the interpretation of Craiglee as Crag Liath, Grey Hill. There was no obvious path across to Craiglee, so I headed initially toward a wall crossing the col, the Nick of Mahm. I’ll let you guess how a nick between two rounded hills gets a name like that. I picked my way down over the outcroppings of the Wee Hill. These sometimes hid a gentle descent, sometimes a bit of a drop, while beneath me was the Nick of the Mahm, flat like a river of grass. It soon became obvious that I didn’t need to head as far across as the wall.

Western slopes of Craiglee, not grey

Western slopes of Craiglee, not grey

Once in the Nick I found that its even green surface was hiding the true tussocky nature of the grass but it was relatively dry. There was no path up Craiglee and I tended to chose a feature and head for it. If heading towards an erratic I would sometimes find a brief track suggesting that other walkers had being doing the same. I did get a little annoyed each time I climbed onto a small knoll that I might instead have climbed around, but eventually the craig I climbed was the the true top.

Nick of the Mahm

Nick of the Mahm

Craiglee has a top about half a kilometre long with a cairn at the eastern end, a trig pillar at the summit and a mini-cairn at the west. From Craiglee, Loch Finlas, the Loch of the white stream (fionn glas), lay in the valley like a flattened snake and Ailsa Craig was visible on the horizon beyond Loch Bradan. To the south the hills stretched from the Rhinns of Kells to the Dungeon Hills and the Awful Hand. To a casual observer Carlin’s Cairn would have seemed the Kells highest point but Merrick left no doubt that it was the chief knuckle of the Awful Hand. It was still too early for lunch so I put my camera’s memory card through its paces and then set off for the wee cairn at the western end of the Craiglee summit.

View south from Craiglee

View south from Craiglee

Craiglee

Craiglee

Loch Finlas

Loch Finlas

I was tempted to cool my feet in the lochan but the surrounding ground had a high water content so I sat down on a small erratic to work out how I would get back but couldn’t make my mind up. I decided to head onto the southern slopes so I could see the options a little better. Having surveyed the land I headed in the direction of the Castle Island in Loch Doon, contouring with descent across the slopes of Craiglee. This proved easy enough. I tried to contour but allowed myself to drift down the slope. There were a couple of steeper sections but nothing troubling. This line brought me to the Nick of the Mahm opposite Mulluss.

Bog Asphodel, Craiglee

Bog Asphodel, Craiglee

Should I go around it to the north or the south? Or over it? The top it was. The Nick here was relatively narrow, and did have a narrow burn. The grass was deep tussocks but dry. As I mentioned earlier Mulluss is a pile of craggy Knolls piled together, its highest knoll has a small cairn and there are poles atop a couple of the others. One of the lower knolls did have a seat sized erratic that served me well for lunch.

From Mulluss I headed down to a break in the tree line. The grass of the forest break was lush, wet and waist high in tussocks. How this grass managed to stay wet when everywhere else was dry, I don’t know. I had begun to regret choosing this route as I stumbled along with grass ensnaring my feet but then I spotted a small wooden footbridge just a few metres further down. The bridge was on the Craiglea Trail.

Rushes on the Craiglea Trail

Rushes on the Craiglea Trail

Rather than head back along the trail the way I had come I continued along the trail which passed through woods and then moorland along to Carrick Lane. The trail path was well maintained and where it might have been boggy a proper path had been constructed. The views from the trail were very good and there was an excellent viewing point with a seat at the end.

From Carrick Lane I returned to Loch Doon Castle by the lochside road, intending to have refreshments at the cafe near Craigmalloch, but unfortunately it had closed down, so I made do with a drink of water by the car instead.

Craiglee, Mulluss and Wee Hill of Craigmullach from across Loch Doon in April last year

Craiglee, Mulluss and Wee Hill of Craigmullach from across Loch Doon in April last year

And the heavy rain in the forecast? That came when after I arrived home.

PS the hill in the picture at the top of the post is Mullwharchar, seen from the Craiglea Trail, with a bit of telephoto.

 

 

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Ravens and Red Kites: Well Hill from Durisdeer

5.2 miles  2h 46m ascent 536m

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I have decided to award some hills “Honorary Donald” status for topographical merit. Well Hill is the first Honorary Donald. To be honest this is aesthetic rather than objective, but perhaps I will eventually find some objective criteria.

Well Hill sit among several Donalds but is separated from them by deep valleys. It is 12 feet short of 2000 feet high, but has 200m of drop, and is well over 17 Donald units from its neighbour. I don’t know why it is called Well Hill. There are no obvious wells nearby now but it does stand above an ancient route, the Well Path, sometimes known as the Wald path or Wellpeth. Wald is an upland forest, whereas well can carry the meaning ‘good’ as well as a water well. The hill above the good path, perhaps? Certainly that is true now.

Well Hills behind Durisdeer

Well Hills behind Durisdeer

This outing was a very hot day so I opted for a late afternoon walk. I applied sun-screen, had a good glug of water at the car and decided to take an extra litre of water along with me. That proved to be a wise decision since soon after setting off I felt water dripping down my legs, the top on my water bladder having come loose. I was spared a complete soaking of my shorts though since I have the bladder in a plastic bag.

When I reached the gate to the Wald Path and the sign informing me that Troloss March was 2 miles away, a chap sat on the memorial bench told me there was a red kite up the valley. He was quite right.

I left the Well Path almost as soon as I joined it and followed a track down and over a small wooden footbridge at the Kirk Burn. From there a grassy track leads up the ridge. This long ridge up to Black Hill goes over several knolls, Wether Hill being just one of them. I don’t know if it was the heat but the slopes felt quite steep in places and each time I reached the top of a knoll and then looked at the descent before the next climb I found myself stopping to admire the view a little more than was necessary for purely viewing purposes. The water from rucksack warmed in the tube to the mouth-piece so I had to take several sucks before being rewarded with some cold water, but I suppose that would help my hydration.

Black Hill from Wether Hill

Black Hill from Wether Hill

There was a large bird wheeling high in the deep valley between Penbane and Black Hill and I wondered if it might be the kite I had been told about. As I climbed higher, and closer to the bird, however, it was obviously not a kite and not alone. There were a pair of ravens. Their call was definitely raven and one of the pair gave me a couple of close passes so I could be sure.

Climbing up Wether Hill there are good views of the Well Path and the remains of the Roman Fort. Old maps show a “Celtic or Deil’s Dyke” at about 750 feet. I didn’t notice it on the the way up, but when coming back down the Well Path at the end of the day its line was visible in the vegetation. Once on Black Hill I treated myself to some cooler water from my bag and found there was just enough of a concrete lip at the base of the trig pillar to sit on (in the shade). Scaw’d Law sat to the SE looking particularly unimpressive, and the Lowther Hills with their radio equipment were my northern horizon. The large cairn atop Cairnkinna (Carn Cinaeidh [kinneh], Kenneth’s cairn) was visible to the naked eye seven miles away to the west. Sitting there by the pillar I noticed a wasp and was watching it with the awed interest of an amateur naturalist, but my brain must have calibrated to spot wasps because I soon became aware of wasps everywhere. I would probably have stayed there resting for longer but the wasps had strength in numbers so I relinquished the summit to them. Wisdom rather than fear, I’d like to think.

From Black Hill a track of slightly flattened grass was my guide over the slight rise of Greentrough Head and down into Glenbo Hass. The Hass was mostly dehydrated sphagnum moss but despite the recent dry weather there were still some wet and muddy patches. I imagine this is usually much wetter. Turn Hill stands between Glenbo Hass and   Well Hill. The fence actually skirts 30m below the top of Turn Hill but compulsion took me to the top.

Lowther Hills from Well Hill

Lowther Hills from Well Hill

The ruined wall begins in the col between Turn Hill and Well Hill and leads up to the summit of Well Hill with a faint track up its left hand side. The wall looks to have been built up into a small cairn near the summit, but photos are spoiled by the fence next to it.

When planning the walk I had thought about returning over Penbane but I decided that would be just too much in the heat. Now that I have seen the terrain I would suggest that if Penbane is included, it is climbed by its north ridge from the col below Greentrough Head with a direct descent to Glenbo Hass.

Well Path along Durisdeer Rig

Well Path along Durisdeer Rig

Coming off Well Hill directly to the Well path was interesting. The hill is typically convex and you can see the fence dipping down more steeply just ahead, and then steeper again and then steeper yet again. In the steepest section the soil has slipped leaving some scars of scree, which I thought it best to avoid, but elsewhere the soil had slipped into mini-terraces (solifluction?) that made an otherwise tricky descent manageable. The slope was teeming with rabbits which were in fact the main danger of tripping as they darted out in front of me. The Red Kite was there, presumably for the rabbits.

Wee Well Craigs, Well Hill

Wee Well Craigs, Well Hill

The 3km back to Durisdeer along the Well Path was all downhill, thankfully. The fields were filled with sheep and large lambs that scattered as I approached. Penbane and Black Hill look to be the larger hills from the vantage point of the path but fro the summit of Well Hill these are significantly smaller hills. I was able to have a good look along the ridge up to Black Hill and had on great view with Cairnkinna visible between Wether Hill and Black Hill.

Roman Fort on lower slopes of Penbane

Roman Fort on lower slopes of Penbane (old path visible)

There were sheep on the very steep slopes of Wether Hill and as I wondered if they ever fell a fluffy white bundle tumbled down the slope. I had thought it was falling but just before reaching the break in vegetation of the Deil’s Dyke it changed direction and came to a controlled stop. So just a rapid descent rather than a fall.

At the end of the walk I was able to make use of bench in Durisdeer for de-booting and cooling down. An ice lolly would have rounded off the walk nicely but the nearest shop was in Thornhill.

 

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