Baddingsgill

A lovely walk out on the Thieves Road to the Cauldstane Slap. These guys are a new addition (at least to me) on the moorland grazing team. But, my God, scarily dry.

A ‘slap) (alternate ‘slop’) is a narrow pass, breach in a wall, wound or break in the clouds. The Cauldstane slap is hardly narrow but not a glen nor a Strath; more a gentle rising pass that breasts the undulating burn-cut moorland. There was a fair breeze at 1300 feet with the wind turning to the east. I found a handy wind burnished, lichen crusted outcrop of smooth, cool stone and drank the last of my coffee and wiggled my toes in the bracing, gentle airs before the long return.

Looking up the CS above I happened across an Edinburgh band of the same name. I downloaded their 2020 album.