Mullach Buidhe

17th March 2009
Wow! My first walk to the top of a mountain when the weather was clear enough to see anything. What can I say? Spectacular!
On the shoulder between North Goatfell and Mullach Buidhe I saw the spot of the infamous Arran murder of a man named Rose in 1889, for which his fellow-walker Laurie was found guilty. But did he fall or was he pushed? Debate still continues about this on Arran, perhaps because more recent crimes are relatively few! If you want to read more, there is an account of the murder and trial at http://tarlton.law.utexas.edu/lpop/etext/roughead/arran.htm

Goatfell

26th February 2009
Hilary fulfilled her promise to take me to the top of Goatfell as soon as the weather was good enough - it may have been good enough to get up to the top, but it wasn't good enough to see anything when we got there! It was too windy to stay at the top for long, just long enough to get a photo. As we had just started our descent, and believing ourselves to be the only people on the mountain, a young lad jogged past us listening to his Ipod, 'tagged' the top and then ran off back down again! We watched him disappear off into the distance feeling distinctly less fit than we had done previously!

New friends.......drinkers with a walking problem....

Mark, Moss and I moved to Arran on 15th December 2008 and by the 16th I had met two keen mountain walkers who promised to initiate me into the joys of the Arran mountains - and they have done just that! As they, and their dogs, will feature heavily in the following entries I'd best introduce them. Annie is on the left, and Hilary on the right. In front are Mac and Jamesie. These two are litter brothers, and both sold as pedigree Springers....but, as you can see, Mac's father was a handsome stranger! Nevertheless, he is proud to be a pedigree springer, and behaves with dignity at all times, whilst Jamesie constantly has his bum in the air whilst he searches for voles and mice which, unfortunately, he likes to eat live. Our own dog, Moss, is an old lady of 13 and not up to the mountain walks, preferring Arran's beautiful beaches instead, such as her favourite, Blackwaterfoot, shown here. Moss was handed in as a stray at just a few weeks old to a police station in Sheffield, and has come a long way to retire by the sea.