
Glen Rosa is a beautiful glen with Goat Fell mountain in the distance – stunning scenery.
Early morning (apparently the best time to do this walk), and we are already driving through Brodick. We turn into a lane just before the Old Brodick Burial Ground, signposted Cart Track, Glen Rosa’. There are two choices according to the directions; drive the first mile on a lane to where the track begins. or walk it. We debate. If it’s interesting, we’ll walk. We park, walk a little way … it’s just a lane between two hedges … nothing much to see.
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The Photographer is keen to photograph the glorious views that the directions promise, so back to the cemetary.
The Brodick Old Cemetery was formerly associated with the Glen Shurig church,, erected in 1839 and demolished about 1931 when the congregation joined the Church of Scotland in Brodick. It looks like an isolated forest clearing and is difficult to acess, but the graveyard has a hundred and twenty-one monumental stones. They are mostly illegible but we do find one dated 1863.
When we arrive where the lane ends and the track begins, just alongside a campsite, we follow the example of others and pull onto the grass verge behind three other cars. We can see the riverbank of Glenrosa Water. We’re keen to get going: out of the car, hoist our rucksacks on our backs, the lead on Dusk.
The view up the glen opens up. We see Cir Mhor in the distance. And beyond it the summit of Cul nan Creagan, Glenshant Hill, and Goat Fell. I see the Photographer’s eyes light up; my heart sinks. ” We’re not going too far are we? It’s quite warm already.” He doesn’t answer – sets off almost at a gallop. Dusk and I follow…
The track is rocky and dusty, but wide, and the surroundings absolutely inspirational.
We arrive at a timber footbridge where the tributary, Garbh Allt, joins the Glenrosa Water and the path splits, with the left-hand fork tracing the smaller stream. The Photographer is already on the path at the other side. We see him looking down …
.Dusk and I stop. Two tiny snakes are wriggling around on the path. (For totally personal squeamish reasons I’ve made this photo as small as I can). However tiny they are, we are not going past them. We are going no further…
We wait. The Photographer is fascinated, as are three other walkers. But they don’t have a dog – “I need to stay here to protect Dusk!” I call. Eventually the snakes wriggle away into the grass, and I tentatively pass the spot they’d been cavorting on.
We follow the path alongside the Glenrosa Water. Before long we arrive at the Blue Pool.
A favoured spot for wild swimming, as a wet Dusk demonstrates.
After a stop for a picnic for us and a half of a dog treat for Dusk, we decide to carry on for more photo opportunities. But the path becomes narrower, more overgrown...
Until almost impassable. And after a friendly hiker informs us that it is the start of the breeding seaon for the adders who are coming out of hibernation (I don’t query his knowledge – just the thought decides me) … it’s time to be setting off back to the car … at a gallop.
We could have crossed an old stone bridge to join onto the circular walk, but we’ve been out for quite a few hours and it’s hot, so we retrace our steps and head back to the house.
N.B. Technical note: Goat Fell is labelled as a Corbett mountain. Corbetts are defined as Scottish mountains between 2,500–3,000 feet (762.0–914.4 m) in height with a prominence of at least 500 feet (152.4 m). They are named after John Rooke Corbett, a district valuer from Bristol, who compiled a list of them in the 1920s. He completed the Corbetts in 1939, when he was in his early 60s.
Climbers who climb all of the Corbetts are called Corbetteers, with the first being John Corbett himself. The second completion was by William McKnight Docharty in May 1960. A list of Corbetteers is maintained which as of July 2018 totalled 678.
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The Scottish tourist board should pay you (and your photographer) for these posts. I so want to visit this place now. The cherry on the top was the weather, which I know is not always kind there! Dusk is clearly having a great time – as were those snakes! ♥
He does take wonderful photos, doesn’t he, Alex. And you’re right, we couldn’t have asked for better weather. Dusk is brilliant. I will not mention the s****s … ever again! Shivering!!!
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Is it now the photographers goal to become a Corbetteer? You saw so much more of Arran. The photos are fabulous!
Well, if it is, Darlene, there won’t be a Mrs Corbetteer, believe me. This was the last walk we did with Dusk – other than the chasing the ball on the beach. So looking forward to seeing everyone in a couple of months when Dusk won’t know which ‘auntie’ to choose, and will be spoiled by all. x
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This looks like something from our American soutwest! Love your dog!
Somewhere I always wanted to visit, Noelle – guess it’s too late now. And isn’t Dusk gorgeous!! And so well behaved! We borrowed her from our friend and the Photographer was so tempted to smuggle her onto the ferry!!
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I can’t get over how different this terrain from what you usually share! (As so snakes, a definite deterrent for me. (I’m terrified of them. I don’t care how small they are.)
I know, Liz, Arran is such a diverse and wonderful place. But snakes… a lifelong phobia of mine … I’m equally terrified. I would have had no hesitation in turning back if they had stayed on the path. And, until that hiker said it was the season for then to come out of hibernation, I would have accepted that it was just an unusual occurrence. But, once I knew,I turned and escaped, even though I knew they were harmless – making sure to watch every inch of that path, until we were back in the car.
x
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Another lovely walk to take us on Judith. I wonder why so many of us fear snakes?
Thanks, Rosie, I love writing these posts, it brings back great memories. And snakes? I’m afraid that brings back unpleasant memories. And I have a friend whose writing is wonderful, but whose book cover is a comic snake, and even that makes me shudder. Apparently it’s called Ophidiophobia. It could be worse of course, we could have Genuphobia, a fear of knees. Now, how could we escape that!!😊
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Looks fabulous, Judith
It was, Cathy … except for the snakes!! Thanks for dropping by to comment. x
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Ah, adders, the UKs only native venomous snake. It is best to be wary of them. I would have also found the pair of snakes fascinating.
Robbie, just the thought of snakes, however small, makes me shudder – a past event from childhood has aways made me wary of slithering creatures. Many thanks for reading and commenting.
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It was very brave of you to protect Dusk from those deadly serpents.
I know!! they must have been at least ten inches long …. 😱
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Beautiful photography. Thanks for sharing your travels, Judith!
Oh, so pleased you’ve read and commented, Lisa. Thank you so much.
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