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Cairngorm wander

The cafe on the hill!

The cafe on the hill!

I had a very good few days at the studio at the end of last week and got back to working on the two large canvases again. The original one that I’d thought finished a few months ago, needs a few things doing to it and so I took the bold step! Still some work to do yet, but I’m feeling happier about it now. I’ve also done more on the second big piece and parts of this are starting to come together now. It’s going to be interesting getting back into the studio later this morning to see them, as I’ve been off for the past three days.

Our route ahead ...from the summit of Cairn Gorm

Our route ahead …from the summit of Cairn Gorm

The reason for this lazy absence? Well, of course, of course, we went walking again! Only for one day of actual walking, but we decided to make the most of this latest patch of fine weather and travel north to the Cairngorms ….taking our new little tent with us again. Prior to Wednesday I’d never done any proper walking in the cairngorms. It was just too far away and although we’d considered it for our two weeks holiday in May, we’ve never actually got there then……we both like having the sea near and so we always go to the North West instead! I’d been on three courses at Glenmore Lodge since 2001 and on these we’d been taken into the big Northern corries and at the end of our winter skills course we’d climbed briefly up onto the plateau …….but this trip was to be our first real outing in these hills.

Wow!

Wow!

We couldn’t really have asked for a finer day for this first little Cairngorm adventure…..there wasn’t a cloud in the sky when we left the campsite at Glenmore at 07.00 and it stayed that way for the rest of the day. We didn’t really have any proper plans as to what we were going to do or where we were going to go, except that we’d walk the main path up to the summit of Cairn Gorm and then take it from there. Not perhaps the best thing to do, but I really wasn’t sure quite how difficult the walking would be up there. The map showed lots of rock and boulders and I wasn’t sure whether the paths marked would be easy to follow or whether it would be very slow progress through acres of boulders. Best then to leave it fluid ……we kind of figured that the view from the top of Cairn Gorm should give us a fairly good idea. I’d thought that if things were very rough and slow we could perhaps make our way over to get a view over Loch Avon before making our way back to the car. If however, things looked reasonably good, we could have a go at getting over to Ben Macdui for a much longer day.

The more challenging route to the plateau ...not for me!

The more challenging route to the plateau …not for me!

The main start point for Cairn Gorm is so high that it doesn’t really take too long to get up to the summit. Not of course, if you don’t succumb to the call of tea and coffee at the cafe at the top of the Cairngorm railway as you pass! We of course just had to stop for refreshment, especially as we arrived there just five minutes before they were due to open. And very nice it was too ….and very civilized, sat there in the cool looking out over Scotland from this high perch on the mountain. Very quickly though, the coffee was finished and we were once again back out in the hot sun and heading up the final slopes on an almost cobbled path to the summit.

At the summit of Ben Macdui

At the summit of Ben Macdui

Wow …..what a view and what a great sculptural cairn! Art on a hill! These hills are high and on a day like this the sense of space all around is strong. More to the point, Ben Macdui looked a long way away but the paths in this popular region looked clear and big and with it still being mid morning, we decided to give it a go.

Well of course, I could ramble on for hours about, the fine views into the spectacular northern corries, of the wonderful little loch perched high on the plateau reflecting the deep blue of the sky and of the boulders and grey dusty approach to Ben Macdui ….but perhaps best just to add a couple of photos and to suggest, if you haven’t already visited this incredible place ….to do so. As we sat amidst the boulders on the flat summit of Ben Macdui at just over 1300m, the views were some of the biggest I’d seen ….so many hills and mountains, such a big area of wild spectacular country …and nearly all of it new to us…..we’ll be back …..despite the boulders!

On the descent

On the descent

It’s an interesting thought though that prior to my first visit to Glenmore Lodge back in 2001 to do the Summer mountain skills course for visually impaired, I’d been very nervous about walking in the hills with my limited sight. That week at Glenmore Lodge gave me so much confidence. I almost certainly wouldn’t be doing all that I do now if it wasn’t for that course and so it was very very good to be back and putting some of there teaching to good use in their local hills.

Hot, hot, hot…..too hot

On Beinn Each

On Beinn Each

After what had been quite a busy week already, Nita and I decided to make the best of the fine weather and go for another walk.   For quite a few years now I’ve wanted to climb Stuc a’Chroin, the neighbour of Ben Vorlich in the Southern Highlands.  I decided that I would like to climb it via the smaller top of Beinn Each to the south and then along the broad, knobbly connecting ridge.  It would make quite a long day as the only way back would be to retrace your steps back over Beinn Each.

At the summit of Beinn Each

At the summit of Beinn Each

Well then, yesterday was going to be the day.  We started quite early and drove up to the hill under almost cloudless skies ….it looked perfect.  Perhaps though, in retrospect, it was a little too perfect for a long day!  I’d forgotten just how steep a pull up it was to reach the summit of Beinn Each.  Hardly surprising really seeing as we’d last walked this hill perhaps eight or nine years ago and if I remember rightly, it was a grey and misty damp day with little or no views higher up.

Stuc a' Chroin from Beinn Each

Stuc a’ Chroin from Beinn Each

The path itself isn’t a bad one when you can see, but for me it was quite difficult and about half way up where it scouted around the edge, above some good size crags; we went off paste and made our way straight up.  The going was much easier underfoot as we were on a mix of grass and heather but it was very steep in places.  The views were spectacular though in the bright hot sunshine it really was quite sapping on the energy.  As we approached the top and saw the view towards our main hill, Stuc a’ Chroin, our spirits flagged…..it looked a long two and a half kilometres in this heat.

Towards Ben Ledi

Towards Ben Ledi

Having spent the last 20 years learning how to adapt how I do things, I decided that it was perhaps time to adapt our route…..we’d call it a halt here at the top of Beinn Each and instead of having a tiring, hot and sweaty haul to Stuc a’ Chroin and back, we’d make camp here and sit and enjoy the views of it for an hour or so!   I have to say, that Nita was in full agreement and would possibly have mutinied if I’d even suggested trying to carry on!    We sat down, dug out the lunch packs and simply enjoyed the views ….although Nita later suggested I had done so for a short while ……while snoring!

And that is really about that, except for a rather disturbing incident on the way down.  We’d stopped to take some photos of Stuc a’ Chroin when we suddenly had a large insect buzzing around us.  It definitely wasn’t just a large bumble bee as it had a much deeper louder bussing sound.  And it was very persistent.  Nita said that it was large and torpedo shaped…..and it seemed pretty aggressive.  We tried to move away as quickly as possible but this wasn’t too easy for me on what was quite steep ground, especially as I was also flailing my walking poles around trying to fend the bug off!!!   For anyone who was watching it must have looked like that scene out of Mr Bean when he was bothered by a wasp!   The thing came back repeatedly for about five or six minutes I guess before finally losing interest.  Phew!

Landscape mimics painting?!

My two hill guides, Nita and Guy ....wouldn't be on the hills without them!

My two hill guides, Nita and Guy ….wouldn’t be on the hills without them!

As you know, for many years my interest in painting and hill-walking were kept well apart.  My work was based around man-made environments, building sites; townscapes etc and the days spent in the hills were just for fun.   When I moved to Scotland in 1998 however, things started to change.  After attending a very successful mountain skills course for visually impaired people at Glenmore Lodge in 2001, I met up with Guy Hansford (one of the fully sighted volunteer guides on the course) and with his help and that of the folk in our local mountaineering club Air na Creagan, we started tackling more serious hills and getting out into the wilds on a very regular basis.  In February 2002, Guy and I joined 11 members of Air na Creagan on a weekend trip to Corrour and on the Saturday we headed into the hills on a day that was to change my work as an artist.  We experienced a ‘proper’ Scottish hill day …..one that included all four seasons in just a few hours, from patchy sunshine and heavy clouds, to driving snow and back to almost cloudless skies and bright sunshine.  At the end of the day I realised that I just had to start using all these amazing views and scenes as the basis for my paintings …..the rest, as they say….. .   Now, when I’m out walking I’m constantly looking for things that I might be able to use in my paintings.  Hill-walking is not just for fun now …it’s work too!  It’s a tough job but somebody has to do it!

Anyway, you’ve heard all that before, but on Tuesday, we once again joined forces with our friend Guy and headed up to Ben Lomond for a leisurely wander together.  We had picked another perfect day and the misty atmospheric conditions as we started, quickly cleared and by lunchtime we had bright sunshine .  Our walk took us up the normal ‘tourist’ route until we reached  the long almost flat section at around 600m.  It had been a great ascent and we heard lots of different birds as we passed through the lower now partially wooded sections …including a very active woodpecker somewhere close by… ..it was really wonderful.

Landscape mimics painting?!

Landscape mimics painting?!

From the 600m mark though, we left the main path with its walkers making their way to the summit, and instead, cut off down the side of the hill to reach a perfectly quiet and secluded spot by the stream that flows from between the main bulk of Ben Lomond and the Ptarmigan ridge.  This was the perfect lunch spot and being out of the breeze, it was really quite hot too.  A short way further on and we picked up the Ptarmigan path which we followed back to our starting point.  The views out over Loch Lomond from this path are wonderful and on Tuesday the loch was almost completely calm, reflecting the big clouds and skies.  As we looked down I suddenly noticed that  I was looking at something that quite closely resembled the new large 120 x 120 cm canvas I’m working on…….it was quite strange to see!

Staggering around in the dark!

I sometimes forget just how little I can see ….until that is my PC crashes and I have to try and use this laptop.  It’s not that it’s actually any more difficult to use, it’s just that its different.  The  answer to being visually impaired I think, is routine.  When suddenly what you’re used to is unavailable, things get a whole lot more challenging ….and more importantly, when you’re running a business, time consuming.  You know what they say about time being money ?  As my sight has got worse over the years, small problems with the computer become large ones and I seem to spend more of my time working on the computer than I do on the paintings……or it certainly seems like that!  As an example of this ….I’ve now spent almost an hour and a half just getting this laptop booted up and getting to this point.  Ahhhhh! 

Anyway, I’ll stop my moaning and get on with the blog ….which is far from staggering around in the dark ….it’s about the opposite in fact …..it’s about wandering over the fine little tops of the Pentland Hills the other day.   Our last walk, in the snow around Loch Ossian the other week, was great but we really needed to get a few metres of ascent and descent into our legs this time.  As usual we were looking to follow the best weather and after changing our plans at the last minute, we decided to head over to the east and enjoy our annual visit to the Pentlands.  These hills are not huge in any way but there is a bit of ascent and descent between each one so at the end of the day you feel like you’ve had a good walk.

From Turnhouse Hill

From Turnhouse Hill

The forecast seemed to get it right as after a very wet drive over from Irvine, as we neared the hills, the cloud broke and the sun started to come out.  By the time we’d got the boots on it was looking really good.  At the point where the path starts heading up towards Turnhouse Hill, it takes a small footbridge over a stream and as we crossed, Nita spotted a Dipper sitting on a rock not far away.  It was great as with a few directions I managed to find it with my monocular.   From this point, the path climbs at first gently and then more steeply to reach the top of Turnhouse Hill.  It’s a fabulous view point and I guess, needs to be as by this time the legs are complaining somewhat!   The big views however, continued for the rest of the day as we wandered along the ridge.  Nita could see the two bridges over the Firth of Forth, as well as  Edinburgh airport with the planes coming and going.  It’s quite strange to be up in the hills and yet so close to a city.

Our original plans had  simply been to walk along the ridge to West Kip before descending into the glen and walking back along the single track road  past the two reservoirs.  However, as we approached the summit of Scald Law, (the highest point in this group of hills) I remembered South Black Hill ….a top that rises to the south west of Scald Law and somewhere we’d never been to before.  It seemed well worth a detour and being to the south of the main line of hills, gave some wonderfully different views.  It was about at this point that Nita suggested that instead of walking back along the road in the glen, we go back the way we’d come ….thus giving us a few more metres of ascent and descent.  It seemed like a good idea and made a great little day.  As we got back to the wee footbridge we were given a quick fly-by from the Dipper and on walking the final few hundred metres through the woods to the car park …we were treated to the sound of a woodpecker on one of the trees….what a great way to finish a day.

When I feel like I’m staggering around in the dark using the computer, I just have to remind myself of all the hills I walk and the paintings I paint!

How?

scribble drawing

‘Recent sketch book drawing 12 x 12 cm’

Yesterday, for what must be the umpteenth time over the years, I was asked this question. ’How do you do these paintings if you can’t see very much?’  And in all fairness, it’s a good question to ask ….and a very difficult one to answer, especially when I peer around my studio at the, (for me) fuzzy blobs on the wall that are my paintings, or when I remember just the other day, walking down High Street in Irvine trying to find a shop ….and walking instead into a very solid electrical box mounted on the pavement…..or talking to our cat only to find out I’ve been  talking to my Welly boots!  Yes, it’s a very good question and one that I ask myself sometimes too.

Last evening for instance, I was sat in my rocking chair down at the studio, scribbling away at some small drawings in a sketch book.  I was getting quite frustrated at just how difficult it was getting.  Only a few years ago I could still scribble with a little bit of accuracy using a fine drawing pen.  Now, sat in the same chair with the same size small six inch square sketch book and an 8B graphite pencil I was struggling to make out what I was doing.  But it didn’t matter …..I was still drawing, even if in a slightly different manner from a few years ago.  I could still make out the gist of it and if I photographed the small drawings I could then see them on my computer screen using the screen magnification software…..and if needed, print them up to a size that I could use and see more clearly.

'Recent sketch book drawing 12 x 12 cm

‘Recent sketch book drawing 12 x 12 cm’

Like everything I do these days, it’s just a question of adapting…..of thinking my way around the problem of how to do something rather than stopping because the way I used to work is no longer feasible.

'Recent sketch book drawing 12 x 12 cm

‘Recent sketch book drawing 12 x 12 cm’

So then, the answer to that inevitable question is that over the years I’ve just very gradually adapted my ways of working to the level of sight I have.  My work is as it is, because of this process, but I like to think too, that it is as it is, primarily, because I’m quite good at what I do ….being a painter that is!  The three little scribbled drawings shown here are not me at my best, but they are part of the process that leads to the better work.

A proper Midsummer walk

From Sgairneach Mhor

From Sgairneach Mhor

Back, I think it was, in February 2008, Nita and I got up early one morning and drove up the A9 to the DrumochterPass.  We spent the day walking two of the hills to the west, (Gael-charn and A’Mharconaich) and had a very memorable time in the snowy conditions on the tops.  As we stood on the icy summit plateau of the second of these hills, we looked across to the neighbouring hills in the group but it was far too far to go that day and we decided to make a return visit sometime in the future.  That day in February 2008, was for me, a particularly profitable one as, out of it, I created seven paintings ….five of which subsequently sold and just recently, I’ve had interest in one of the remaining pieces.

Summit of Gael-charn

Summit of Gael-charn

Anyway, on Tuesday, Nita and I once again got up at the crack of dawn and drove the three and a bit hours up to DrumochterPass.  Six years after our first venture into these wonderful rolling high hills, we were going back …this time to walk the two we’d looked at; Sgairneach Mhor and Beinn Udlamain.  After last weeks walk near Bridge of Orchy, we were feeling something like fit again and thought these two hills would give us another good walk.

Dark skies at the summit of Sgairneach Mhor

Dark skies at the summit of Sgairneach Mhor

We left the car at the summit of the pass and headed up the glen.  The route to Sgairneach Mhor involved crossing the big stream in the base of the glen and although it wasn’t by any means in spate, there was still a good bit of water flowing and we thought we might have to walk a long way up the glen before we could get across without getting our feet wet!  To our surprise, after about 1 kilometre Nita spotted a large new bridge spanning the stream.  As it is large enough for a vehicle, I don’t think it was put there for the soul convenience of hill-walkers, but what ever the reason, it certainly proved useful and we took full advantage of it.  We gained height after that quite quickly and before long gained the ridge and with it, views down to Loch Gary.  From the forecast we’d seen the day before, we’d been expecting a bright warm day, but alas, the clouds, although above our summits, remained heavy and dark with just an occasional short lived glimpse of the sun. ….it was certainly not going to be a day for using my new sun hat!

Overlooking the Drumochter Pass, evening

Overlooking the Drumochter Pass, evening

Sgairneach Mhor has an impressive corrie and the few remaining small patches of snow made for a good view as we neared the summit.  Beyond this, big expanses of grass led first down and then up onto the second hill, Beinn Udlamain.  This, at just over 1000 m is the highest point in this group of hills and as we picked our way over the stone clad upper slopes we got our first good views out over Loch Ericht to the Ben Alder hills.  This then was going to be it for the day …the original plan being to continue around the end of the glen before descending into it to pick up the path back to the road.

Loch Ericht from Beinn Udlamain

Loch Ericht from Beinn Udlamain

But ……of course, of course, we started looking over to A’Mharconaich and Gael-charn!!  It was late June and the days are wonderfully long and these other two hills looked so inviting.  To start with, we decided to aim for A’Mharconaich as from that summit we could still descend to the track leading back to the car.  We arrived at this summit at about 16.00 and by now the dark clouds were beginning to break and bright patches of sunlight were appearing all around …it looked like it was going to be a lovely evening…..we just had to continue over to the fourth and final Munro….Gael-charn.  By the time we were picking our way over the stony slopes near the summit of Gael-charn, we were both starting to feel a little tired …but the views were now stunning and we were starting to get a real sense of achievement.  All we had to do now was descend the long broad ridge of Gael-charn to another track leading the short distance to the A9 ….and then walk the 4 km back up to the top of the pass to our car.  We arrived there 11 hours and 55 minutes after setting out …phew, but what a day, a real mid summer walk.

For many hill walkers this wouldn’t be thought of as a big day, but for me with my still declining vision, it felt like quite an achievement still.  Its twelve years since I first went to the inspirational ‘summer mountain skills course for visually impaired people’, held each year at Glenmore Lodge.  That course gave me so much confidence and I’m certain I wouldn’t have been out on Tuesday dong that big walk, if I hadn’t attended the course in 2001.  The course is still being run and they’re looking for takers for this year’s course.  So, if you know anyone who is visually impaired who would be interested in a truly inspirational week in the Scottish Highlands, they should contact Glenmore Lodge for further details, or they can contact me and I can put them in touch with the course co-ordinator Norma Davidson.

Getting high, (on a hill)….. the easy way!

On Meall Corranaich ...the first signs of brightness in the sky

On Meall Corranaich …the first signs of brightness in the sky

When we were on Harris earlier this month, the combination of wild weather, very rough terrain and my very poor sight, meant that I found the walking there very difficult.  As I’ve said before, when you walk in the hills with a visual impairment, the mental effort is almost as tiring as the physical exertion and so for our first walk since returning from the holiday, I was looking for something during which I could to some extent, relax a little.  The obvious choice would have been to head back to the Luss Hills, but I had a fancy to get up high and with a bit of luck, get some big extensive views.

The perfect lunch spot near the summit of Meaall Corranaich

The perfect lunch spot near the summit of Meaall Corranaich

After trawling through my memories of walks in the Southern Highlands, I remembered a walk I had done probably 8 or 9 years ago with a group from our local club Air na Creagan.  On a fine summer day we’d done a relatively easy circuit over two Munros that lie close to Ben Lawers, Meall Corranaich and Meall a’ Choire Leith.   The first of these, Meall Corranaich, is quite high, its summit cairn perched on a flat grassy top at 1069 m ….it would offer the big views I was looking for and both are almost completely grass covered …giving easy and therefore for me, fairly stress free walking.  The final thing going for these two hills was their location.  They can easily be reached from the high point on the single track road that leads past the site of the old Ben Lawers visitor centre and on over into Glen Lyon.  As the high point is around 500 m, even the walk to the top of Meall Corranaich doesn’t involve vast amounts of ascent …..as I say, getting high without all the effort!

Guy at the summit of Meall Corranaich

Guy at the summit of Meall Corranaich

So then, that was our plan for Tuesday and all we needed was for the better of the two weather forecasts we seen, to be right.  One of them had predicted cloud on the tops much of the day, the other …from the MWIS, had predicted that any low cloud would lift and break with an eighty per cent chance of a cloud free top…..we went with this one!!

We asked our friend Guy if he’d like to join us and as he’d been doing quite a lot of low level walks recently, (checking out a route for some cadets he works with) he jumped at a chance to get up on the tops again and was waiting to be picked up at Kilwinning station almost as soon as we’d asked him!

On top of the world... ..well, almost!

On top of the world… ..well, almost!

It was, quite simply, a perfect little day.  The MWIS forecast proved correct and although when we’d started walking there were dark clouds covering all the main summits in the area, within an hour this had lifted and we could see our route ahead.  The air was very clear and the views even to me were extensive.  Needless to say, we took our time …stopping occasionally to sit and look and enjoy this spectacular scenery.  The mountains still had patches of snow on them and this added to the grandeur of the scene.  As we reached the main ridge leading up to the summit of Meall Corranaich, the views became even bigger, looking out over Loch Tay and nearer to hand, across a high bealach to Beinn Ghlas and Ben Lawers …the latter being just a few feet short of the 4000 foot mark.  We avoided the path leading directly up to the top of Meall Corranaich and instead headed for it via a very steep slope of grass and stones, but one that was sheltered from the wind and was therefore much more pleasant.  As I neared the top, puffing and sweating ….I glanced behind me to see Guy stomping up the slope ….and I suddenly remembered that he is now 80 …and still has more ‘umph and go’ on the hills than I do!  As my friend Norma always says about Guy…. ‘what a man’!  I hope I’m still climbing hills with as much energy and enthusiasm as he has, when I’m 80.

Descending from Meall Corranaich

Descending from Meall Corranaich

Our efforts were rewarded at the top by the sun coming out and big patches of blue sky emerging all around …it was spectacular.  We had another long break sat out of the wind just enjoying the place.  After a bit, we decided that this top was enough and instead of carrying on to the second hill, we’d just have a relaxed walk back.  This was just the kind of day I’d wanted.

Back to Glen Rosa…

Heading into Glen Rosa

Heading into Glen Rosa

You may remember that back in the summer of 2010 when I was working over in Speyer in southern Germany, I made a very large drawing.  On that occasion it was based on the idea of walking around the outside of the huge cathedral that dominates the historic city of Speyer.  It was like a very large, (4 m x 1.5 m) sketch, made using different shades of grey oil pastel.  At the time I thought it might be my only opportunity to create such a large drawing and it was hugely enjoyable working on such a scale.

In Glen Rosa

In Glen Rosa

More recently, I started working on some new small graphite drawings based on the hills and mountains.  I’ve been quite excited by these new drawings but even as I was doing them I felt that they would work much better on a larger scale.  To start with I was really only thinking about moving up from A2 size to perhaps double A1 size, but then when we visited the Isle of Arran and did a walk up Glen Rosa a couple of months ago, I started to get an idea for another really big drawing!  As we walked up the glen that day with the mountains all around and covered with snow, it started me thinking that this was almost the opposite to the Speyer cathedral ….where as the drawing I did of that was about walking around the huge building, here in Glen Rosa it was like walking inside a huge natural structure.  Perhaps, I thought, I could create a big graphite drawing that conveyed something of the experience of being in this spectacular place.

A wild place, Glen Rosa

A wild place, Glen Rosa

The walls in my studio aren’t really suited to doing a large drawing as they are made from concrete blocks and have many pipes and electrical conduits running down them.   It would however be possible to build a ‘false wall’ in front of this to create a large, smooth drawing surface and so this might be the way to go.  The other option though might be to see this not just as a chance to do a big drawing but instead to try and make this more of an event, a way to promote both myself as an artist and the work itself.  To do this I’d have to find a suitable public place to do the drawing and to promote the event as an opportunity for people to see the work in progress.  As I anticipate such a drawing taking at least 4 weeks, it might be good for folk to be able to watch the thing develop, see the changes and mistakes; in short, to see the process.  Taking this idea further, it might also be possible to set up a video cam linked to my website so that a much larger audience could watch the drawing develop.

Looking towards the Saddle

Looking towards the Saddle

It’s all ideas at the moment but on Wednesday we went back over to the Isle of Arran and headed once again for Glen Rosa. A few months ago I was invited to take part in some research work that was being done into the way visually impaired people perceive paintings.  The research was being done by a chap called David Feeney from Edinburgh, and he recently got back to me to ask whether he could visit my studio and bring along a friend of his who is a film maker / photographer.  It was an interesting few hours and to cut a long story short, they then asked if they could accompany Nita and me on one of our walks.  David was interested in seeing the way Nita and I work together as ‘walker and guide’.

 In Glen Rosa

In Glen Rosa

Our original plan was to meet at the Pentland Hills just outside Edinburgh but with heavy snow falling in the east, we decided instead to go over to the Isle of Arran and walk Glen Rosa.  The path up the glen is for me much more difficult than the paths on the Pentland Hills so even though we would not be going up high, David and his colleague Dan would get a much better idea of how the guiding process worked.  Of course it also gave me the opportunity to see the glen again ….and further develop my plans for the big drawing.  Conditions were once again perfect, with snow on the mountains and their tops disappearing into heavy and dramatic clouds.

The walk proved useful for all of us.  Dan got lots of film and photos taken, David asked many questions and I got lots of interesting information from both of them about how I might go about organising my big Glen Rosa drawing.  Nita had an enjoyable walk and took plenty of photos too and we were delighted to find that David and Dan had left us a bottle of wine and some chocolate eggs …..everyone happy!

A very late blog!

Rannoch Moor

Rannoch Moor

It’s now Monday and I should have had this written and posted by last Friday 15th March…..I’m not quite sure where all the time has gone this last week.

No great things to tell either.  I seem to have been down the studio most of the time working on one of the large 80 x 80 cm paintings.  Normally I would have taken a photograph of it to show you with this blog …..but ……I didn’t get around to photographing it.  The painting is coming on though and I think it may be finished, so later today if the light is OK in studio I’ll get a few snaps to put up on my Face Book page.

I had a visit on Friday from a couple of chaps who are doing research at the University of Edinburgh.  They’re looking into the way visually impaired people see paintings.  There were many questions and we must have been talking for several hours ….and all the time the whole thing was been recorded and videoed.  We were all a little shattered at the end and retired to the Harbour Arts Centre Bar for a pint.

Rannoch Moor

Rannoch Moor

As anyone who follows my Face Book page will have seen, we went out walking on the Saturday before last.  The plan was to walk a track east from the King’s House Hotel towards Rannoch station.  Our friend Guy needed to check the route for a group of Cadets he works with ….they’re planning to go this way as part of their Duke of Edinburgh Gold Award expedition.  Back last autumn Guy had caught the train to Rannoch station and walked west ……this time he wanted to get to the point he’d reached that day and we just fancied tagging along.   As it turned out the weather was pretty foul, certainly for the whole of the morning.  We started at about 8 o’clock in the morning from the King’s House Hotel and within a short distance it had started snowing wet flakes that were being driven into our faces by a very strong and cold east wind.  After about an hour, Guy decided to head off at a faster pace and slowly he drew further ahead …lost to sight for me but every now and again Nita spotted him way ahead through the gloom and what had turned into sleet and rain.  After just under four hours Nita and I decided we’d had enough and on finding a spot that was a little less windy, we stopped for lunch and an hilarious five minutes trying to get ourselves ensconced in our two person group shelter!  When we were eventually inside it was remarkably warm …but I don’t think we quite had it worked out as the small clear plastic window was by my backside and the panel Nita was supposed to be sitting on, was by her head!!  Oh well, needs some working on before the next time we use it …but it did give us a warm and relaxed lunch stop.

Rannoch Moor

Rannoch Moor

We kept in touch with Guy by phone and he reached his previous outward point by about 13.00.  It was certainly easier walking with the wind at our back as we returned and much more pleasant once the rain had stopped.  The last hour was great as the cloud started to rise and we got some impressive views of the big mountains.  Needless to say, we returned to the hotel a couple of hours before Guy and just had to make the best of it in the climbers bar!!!  A tough job but ….  When Guy arrived …he summed it up as ‘ten hours of tedium’!!!  Not the greatest of days but we’d all stretched our legs, Guy had completed the route and we all had a good meal and a laugh ….you can’t always get perfect weather on a day out but you can still have a fun time …even if you moan a bit!

Rannoch Moor

Rannoch Moor

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A short walk, somewhere in the Campsie Fells!

Towards Glasgow from the Campsie Fells

Towards Glasgow from the Campsie Fells

This blog clearly shows the problems inherent in using a map when you’re visually impaired. On Tuesday Nita and I decided to visit the Campsie Fells for the first time. This small range of hills lie just to the north of Glasgow and so are quite close to us, but for some reason we’ve never made it over to them before. Anyway, as I was saying, there’s a problem ….I’m writing this blog at home and Nita is working a night shift, ……and I can’t see the map well enough to read the names of the hills we walked! I can’t even see the road number by which we parked the car. This then isn’t going to be a very informative blog. The nearest village was I think Lennoxtown …but don’t quote me on that.

The Campsie Fells

The Campsie Fells

Suffice to say that Tuesday was a beautiful day, very cold, but clear and bright and an ideal day for a wander. We’d set out quite late but even so were walking by about 11 am, following a small path that led up grassy slopes over a series of false tops. The sun was almost directly in my eyes forcing me to wear my peaked cap sideways on and at a very jaunty angle …it allowed me to make out something of the ground underfoot but didn’t do anything for my ‘street cred’! The ground underfoot was frozen and it was a case of trying to avoid the patches of dark ice as we went up. We’d parked at a lay-by which was at just over 200m I think and so if it wasn’t for the blinding sun I’d have seen some wonderful views out over Glasgow …..according to Nita anyway. I’m afraid I missed much of these but with my back to the sun the fells looked stunning. After a relatively short climb we reached a small cairn at the start of a long broad undulating ridge. It was a great view point and with my monocular I could see several very snowy peaks to the north. On our hills there was the last small patches of the snow but even this made the hills look extra special.

Ice on the fells

Ice on the fells

We then just continued along the ridge over and past another high point marked with a cairn and on to a third little top where we stopped for some late lunch. The path carried on up to the highest point at something over 500m …but of course I can’t see its name ….so I can’t tell you where it was, or exactly how high it was either! We retraced our steps after this short break and got back to the car around 3pm. It wasn‘t a long walk but we saw enough to know that we’ll be returning before long. It’s lovely walking country especially in the winter when it’s reasonably quiet …I imagine that being so close to Glasgow it’s probably quite popular in the summer. By the time we’d changed out of the boots the sun was getting very low but according to the car it was 6C. By the time we’d driven back down into the valley it was -2C! So then, that was our walk …….nothing like a bit of a mystery tour is there!

Clouds above the Capsie Fells

Clouds above the Campsie Fells

 

Afternoon colours, the Campsie Fells

Afternoon colours, the Campsie Fells

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