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
But the surrounding and distant scenery is also very varied and
splendid. East and north and west there is a perfect table-land of
mountains, too numerous to mention here, and which can best be studied
with a good map in hand. Conspicuous, however, are the giant heads
of Nevis, Anachan, Ben Lui, Ben More, Lawers, Voirlich, Ledi, and
Lomond. The view of Ben Lomond from this is specially grand. Looked
at from its own loch it is a shapeless mass, but here, by displaying
his ample peak, with precipices of 2000 feet or more, he shows what a
fine fellow he really is. You can see the bright gleaming waters of
Loch Katrine and Loch Lomond, beyond which even Stirling shows a smoky
front. To the south you have the long and sinuous extent of Loch Long
winding brightly beneath your feet, and prolonged between its mountain
boundaries till it reaches the Clyde and the sea. This loch reminded
some of the Queen’s friends, on the occasion of her visit to it in
1848, of Switzerland and the Tyrol, “surrounded by grand hills all so
green, and with such beautiful outlines, all so different from the
eastern part of Scotland, the loch winding along most beautifully so as
to seem closed at times.”
You can also see the glittering course of Loch Goil, Gareloch, and Loch
Fyne, all adding to the variety and beauty of this great landscape map.
And you cannot help feeling that the patriotic Scotchwoman was not far
wrong who said that “Scotland would be as big as England any day if she
were all rolled out flat like her.” You can see the Clyde at various
points, with the Cumbraes, Arran, and even the distant Ailsa, and,
according to some, several of the Western Islands, including Mull.
It is to those and similar points of the western coast that the
traveller strains his eye from the Cobbler. He can see but dimly, but
he feels the wild power that belongs to that broken and chaotic sea,
and his heart goes out to the early Gaelic sires who fished in the
firth, gave names to the summits, and spent their life amid that maze
of rock and flood. It was their feet that made the mountain tracks
where you and other tourists can safely climb to-day.
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