On the Black Hill
I had a “wee adventure” this afternoon. I decided to explore Black Hill, an area I had never walked before.
Half an hour in to the forest I became aware that I had not seen a soul, unusual in that it was a sunny afternoon and only about a couple of miles from Bridge of Allan. Suddenly the forest road came to an abrupt end deep in the woods.
But I knew it was not that far to Cocksburn reservoir the other side of the hill so I set off along a narrow muddy path.
Eventually I reached the top and I could see the reservoir (extra) but no path down to it. No matter I saw another path and reckoned that sooner or later it would descend. (See extra)
Instead I was confronted by deer fence and 4ft high bracken.
By now the light had started to fade. Should I risk it and try to find a route down or turn back.
Suddenly I could see the headline in our local newspaper: “Old age pensioner lost on Black Hill”.
That decided it, and I retraced my steps reaching the car park with ten minutes of daylight left. This was a salutary reminder of how quickly things can go wrong out on the hills in winter, even close to home.