Our Western Hills: How to reach them; And the Views from their Summits: By a Glasgow PedestrianAnonymous
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Our Western Hills: How to reach them; And the Views from their Summits: By a Glasgow Pedestrian
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Hiking -- Scotland; Scotland -- Description and travel
It stands 1375 feet above the sea level, immediately behind another
high hill, which breaks almost sheer down in stupendous rocky cliffs
into the plain between Blairlogie and Menstrie, at Warrock Glen, a
great resort for picnics, where the famous strawberries and cream of
the district are in much request. It is a lovely day, and every little
rocky spur and crevice is seen with such distinctness that one could
imagine only yards instead of miles of space intervening. And, to those
who have time to explore them, how many lovely glens and other natural
beauties are here to be met with! Then, taking a further look, what
a magnificent panorama is here spread for us! Though not so high as
either the King’s Seat, near Dollar, or Bencleugh, near Tillicoultry,
yet from its peculiar position it commands a prospect which for united
gorgeousness and extent is probably not surpassed by any in Britain. We
have under our eye at one time a circular space of a hundred miles in
diameter, comprising nearly one-third of the surface of Scotland and
probably two-thirds of its wealth. On the north the rugged Grampians
rise ridge behind ridge. There they all are, the Bens rising one over
the other in tumbled confusion—the real Highland hills, peaks, and wild
valleys, stormy summits, and dark, dismal clefts, dimly stretching away
to the regions of the setting sun. Nearer hand are the well-wooded
plains of Perthshire, a part of which is concealed by the spurs and
branches of the Ochils themselves. On the west you can distinguish the
summits of Ben More, Ben Ledi, and Ben Lomond, and other smaller hills.
On the south we have the vast and fertile region extending from the
Campsie Hills to the Lammermoor chain, including Edinburgh, Arthur’s
Seat, the Bass Rock, and the Pentland Hills. The Devon, rendered
classic by Scott, a peculiarly winding river, after having made a
complete circuit of the Ochil range, is seen to fall into the Forth
at Cambus, almost directly opposite the spot where it rises, on the
opposite side of the hill. The Forth is seen immediately below in all
its serpentine contortions, and yet clear, luminous, and tranquil as a
mirror, enshrined in the centre of a richly-cultivated country. It will
give you some idea of its wonderful windings to know that it is 7 miles
by road to Alloa and 21 miles by water.
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