Debbie and I had initially planned to go to Ben Ledi near Callander for our next Feeding The Soul trip on Wednesday 25th July and our good friend Sid reckoned he would like to join us. It had been a long gap of two decades since Sid had done any serious walking and his interest had been aroused by hearing about our recent hill-walking adventures. (See my other blogs). However, Debbie was in the middle of moving house so we had to postpone Ben Ledi yet again. Instead we decided to do a local walk but Sid was still keen to join us. Upon learning we only going to a wee hill, another friend, Ionwen, also decided to come along with us as a wee test of her fitness while recovering from an illness.
Debbie and I had planned to go to Cockleroy Hill near Linlithgow a few weeks ago, but as it turned out high winds had caused major tree damage at Beecraigs and many of the paths were closed. (See Onwards and Upwards) We knew it was a popular local beauty spot but knew very little else about it. This time, as we were aware of the path closures, we opted to start from Balvormie car park at the foot of the hill itself instead of walking through Beecraigs first.
Now then….as all experienced mountaineers and hillwalkers know, it is essential to prepare properly. I made sure I had all the safety stuff such as compass, first-aid kit and the relevant maps; packed myself a lunch box, bought juices and chocolate bars, ensured I had waterproofs, boots, walking stick, towel, plastic cover, anti-midge spray – all the usual checks for safety in the hills and to cope with the vagaries of Scottish weather. The anticipation started to rise as the packing took place – yipee, soul-feeding awaited.
I collected Sid from Edinburgh, then Debbie from Livingston and made my way to Linlithgow. At the car park we met Ionwen and decanted from car seats to rucsacs .
Gobsmackingly, the weather was fine for a change so I decided to leave my waterproof in the car – adventurous soul that I am! Debbie and I opted to brave the elements and rely on after-sun if needed, but Sid and Ionwen both lathered on a good layer of sun lotion. Mind you, he still kept on his fleece (Sid feels the cold).
The way was clearly marked from the carpark.
The path was flooded at the start and was rather muddy for a few yards but undeterred we soldiered on.
Once out of the wee wood we started up the hill……..
I’d hardly got going again after taking the above start-off shot when I realised my companions were already half way up…….
No sooner had I caught them up than I found we were at the – ahemm – summit! On the mountains, the Munros or Corbetts, there are often false summits …one thinks one sees the top only to find there’s yet more to climb. This time it was the opposite – we all looked around frantically to see where the hill continued but no, this was it – this was the top, the heights, the summit, the end of the route. Aw naw! Not so much a Corbett as a Caw!
A fellow walker asked me to take a photo of him and his toddler girls who had come running up behind us (NB: ‘toddlers’ !) so after I had obliged, he took one of us.
There are in fact lovely views from the – ahemm – summit of Cockleroy so I took shots of
The Forth Bridges
The iconic viaduct in West Lothian
A wee ruin close by (don’t know what it is)
The views are certainly rewarding and, after admiring them, I glanced at my watch to see that a mere 20 minutes had elapsed since we started so we must have been ‘up’ in ten!!!! Ten minutes to the top!!
I stared at the others with embarassed disbelief thinking “But, but, but – I thought I was going to feed my soul……, Oh blimey, I’ve invited the others for an adventure……., Oh bother, I’ve made a packed lunch ……….oh heck – we can’t go back now!” . I knew we didn’t really have the time to drive further afield to try another ‘proper’ hill, and in any case that wouldn’t have been feasible for Ionwen, but we had to do something else.
I went to the other end of the wee ridge – ( I use ‘ridge’ for want of a better word) – to see if there was another option for us, but was informed by the chappie with the babies that the only other route down was one which annoyed a farmer, so we had no option but to retrace our steps. Undaunted and determined to get something out of the day, I suggested we have a walk around Beecraigs and the others agreed.
The way to Beecraigs Loch was through a large play park which was packed with kids having a fabulous time on the various equipment.
To digress…. wouldn’t it be a good idea if there were play areas for adults as well? I think it’d be great if there was equipment for us to swing on or climb up or bounce on – it’d be much better than just hingin’ aboot watching the kids having all the fun and exercise. Recycled teenagers rock just now but we could be the oldest swingers and sliders as well.
Anyway – on with the story, such as it is – we stopped at the Beecraigs visitors centre to have our lunch – see the photo below of our joyous group revelling in the sheer excitement of the adventure!
( Seriously, this was just an odd moment – they weren’t like that the rest of the time. Honest! )
I never go anywhere without a camera of some sort so at least I got some snaps ……….
Fishermen on Beecraigs Loch
Lovely wee flowers near the causeway crossing the loch…
Just an arty-farty shot of the overflow water rushing past……
Greylag goose from a flock feeding alongside the loch
Reflections of Beecraigs Loch…
There has been a lot of damage done to the trees and many have fallen or been chopped down….but there are many new ones being planted.
The walk around the loch is very pleasant and wee Cockleroy Hill presents a gentle introduction to the rewards of making a little effort. My problem with it was just not realising it was so very tiny. However, when the loch circuit was included, we had walked about 4 miles, which was a wee challenge for Ionwen and a nice wee break for Debbie, Sid and me, if not exactly demanding. The weather was perfect for walking – bright but not hot and with a slight breeze – so I admit I was somewhat disappointed not to have gone further and higher, but we always make the best of what we have at the time. It may not have been quite what I had hoped for but it still did feed the soul, this time with the pleasure of the company of friends.