It was raining as we drove up to the Beinglas Farm campsite on Friday, and it rained on the way home on Sunday, but there were only a few spots of rain on the Saturday.
I can’t really recommend this hill as a good walk. The initial stages are steep, up a path with stones and rocks which make for awkward walking, and then it’s a slog through some boggy moorland which involves many detours, and it isn’t until you gain the ridge that there’s much enjoyment or views.
In the evening, we had a meal in the Drovers Inn.
The Drovers Inn has a unique atmosphere, with many very old and dusty stuffed animals in most rooms, including the bar and the Laird’s Bothy, where we ate.
There have been sightings of ghosts.
It was very busy on Saturday. The proximity to Glasgow is obvious when you’re in the bar, and the barman asks you, “Whut yeez wan ‘n?”