Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left,
Oh let them be left, wildness and wet
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.
I'm living in the past. Or at least my blog is. Scotland is currently gripped in winter with freezing temperatures and a blanket of snow but my blog is still enjoying the mild temperatures, gentle drizzles and rich colours of autumn with this multi day walk in early October. I guess it will eventually catch up.
Talking of the past, all the years that I have been going to the hills I have traveled up the west shore of Loch Lomond on the bus or the train and gazed across at the east shore where the West Highland Way path is the only means of travel. I knew it must be gorgeous walking there through the woods in autumn and finally got round to doing just that.
The lunchtime train let me out at Crianlarich where I picked up the linking path to join the West Highland Way. Bucking the trend for walking the Way in a northerly direction, I turned south through Glen Falloch. The glen is quite lovely with a white water river, waterfalls, regenerating woods and a wall of Munros to the east. On this grey, wet day swathes of rain passed across the hillsides and the only bright spot was a friendly robin on a waymarker post.
Towards the end of the afternoon, the waters of Loch Lomond finally came into sight and what a stunning sight they were. Drizzly, misty weather created the perfect atmosphere for the view down the wooded shores, the ends of which were too far away to see. Everything was moist and the musty smell of the feral goats grazing between the trees hung in the air.
It was time to camp and I loved the quaintness of the landing for the passenger ferry to Ardlui. There is no ticket office or dock. Here you just have to raise a bright orange buoy if you want the ferry to come over. There were some nice spots for pitching the tent amongst the trees here too and the gentle lapping of waves on a pebble shore.
Next day my walk continued south through the early autumn woods, still more green than gold but still beautiful. I was surprised by how rugged the route was with lots of scrambling up and over boulders, and ascents and descents as the path undulated with the shoreline. There was something primal about the woods here which were lush and dripping in the day's drizzle. Ferns filled in the understorey and here and there old walls covered with lichens emerged from the rampant undergrowth. There was a wildness as well to the sandy, driftwood strewn beaches that formed the boundary between trees and water. I loved it and wanted the walk to go on forever.
I passed Inversnaid where a road comes over the hills to meet the loch shore and enjoyed the waterfalls but didn't linger, eager as I was to re-immerse myself in the wilderness of the woods.
A little way south of Inversnaid I left the shores of Loch Lomond to climb up through the hills. The showers of the day cleared to reveal a panorama of the loch and the mountains at its back. As I climbed higher the dipping sun created subtle evening colours on the north, little seen side of Ben Lomond. This was me in Gleann Gaoithe now for another night out in the tent before the long walk through the glen to Aberfoyle.
Gleann Gaoithe is open in its upper reaches with some straggly woods but lower down the trees take over, a mix of commercial and native woods. It is a place of richness dominated by the rocky outline of Ben Lomond. It is another place of wildness and wet.
Fact File
Finish: Aberfoyle for a bus to Stirling then a train home
Route: At the bottom of the platform steps at Crianlarich turn left and round the corner steps acsend to the road above. Immediately opposite is the link path to the West Highland Way. Followed the Way south to the abandoned cottage at Cailness and the track that climbs behind the cottage passes up into Gleann Gaoithe and ultimately all the way through to Milton near Aberfoyle. There is apparently a gap in the fence just before the cottage but I missed it and just squeezed through the gates.