Tomsleibhe

Big Bothy Walk #18 I had run into Jude again in Oban. He had been watching ducks (or something involving birds) on Colonsay before arriving in Oban, and was preparing to go to Mull. As was I. So we decided to go together. "Will it be a you-walk or a normal walk?" he asked on … Continue reading Tomsleibhe

Cruib Lodge

Big Bothy Walk #17 The maelstrom of Corrywreckan can be heard ten miles away. The whirlpool crashes 10 metre high waves around a towering pinnacle of basalt, protecting the northern shore of Jura. Jura. What is in a name? Often said to have its roots in Norse observing the many deer, but there is another … Continue reading Cruib Lodge

Carron

Big Bothy Walk #16 The serpentine River Add slithers up the creases of a wide moor and slings a coil to curl under a stoic sycamore tree, behind which hides the bothy that took its name from the water - Car Abhuinn; 'winding river'. I had sloshed through a final track from the forest lane … Continue reading Carron

Abyssinia

Big Bothy Walk #15 I finally reached Abyssinia three days after leaving Mark Cottage. A rest day in Inverary had been spent exploring the jail and the castle, and the next day I had set out to reach the bothy. Things happened. It was raining. A steady stream of rain had continued into the morning. … Continue reading Abyssinia

Mark Cottage

Big Bothy Walk #14 A century ago, Scotland's oldest man lived on the western bank of Loch Long. James Grieve was a shepherd and he had worked as such for as long as he could remember. James was 110 years old, so he could remember plenty. He still lived in the but-and-ben house he had … Continue reading Mark Cottage

Rowchoish

Big Bothy Walk #12 I had completed the border bothies with my night at White Laggan, and made a messy trip through the mire and marsh and mist that hung and clung around the path that headed north, sloshing and meandering around the hills. I had missed a turn to head up to a forest … Continue reading Rowchoish

Clennoch

Big Bothy Walk #9 I had come to Clennoch after spending the previous night stopped off in Sanquhar; a small town far more charming that I expected it to be with a museum in the old town hall, the original jail cells, a castle, the oldest post office in the UK and locals that were … Continue reading Clennoch

Burleywhag

Big Bothy Walk #7 I often get asked which has been my favourite bothy so far. I never really have an answer because so many factors make up an individual bothy experience that far extends beyond the building itself. However, despite it not being the most elaborate or large or impressive of bothies, nor placed … Continue reading Burleywhag

Brattleburn

Big Bothy Walk #6 The wind had kept me off the hills the morning I left Gameshope, so I had surrendered myself to the route out by the Talla Reservoir and a lengthy trudge along the road in the drizzle. It was deeply uninspiring. The only small joy being the viewpoint at The Devil's Beeftub; … Continue reading Brattleburn

Over Phawhope

Big Bothy Walk #4 A shepherd, William Laidlow, lived in a small cottage in the Ettrick Valley in the early 1700s. A locally renowned athlete, he was supposedly never beaten. On one occasion he showed up unprepared for a race, lost his trousers soon after starting, and still went on to claim his victory without … Continue reading Over Phawhope