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The White Deer of Inchcailloch In the Eighth Century AD
St. Kentigerna was an Irish nun who ended her days with her followers on a
little Scottish island on Loch Lomond called Inchcailloch, which means
‘Island of the old women’ in Gaelic. Although she is no longer with us, the
island, which is one of the largest on the loch, still remains and is now managed by Scottish Natural Heritage
in cooperation with its owners. The island is a treasure that has been
inhabited for about 7000 years and on which stone tools are still
occasionally unearthed. Loch Lomond is the largest, and most famous, inland
loch in Britain. One day in the middle of
May, my wife and I, along with her sister and husband, joined a jolly group
from the Scottish Wildlife Trust on a ramble through the island which is now
completely wooded and approaches a mile in length by about half as wide. The trip had been organized by Graeme Kerr
(not aka the Galloping Gourmet) from the Glasgow and district branch of the
Trust and Ruth Llewelyn from the Clyde branch. Thus 10:00 am on sunny morning
found twenty-one souls and a baby gathered in the parking lot at Balmaha, the
largest village on the east side of the loch, for the short boat trip to
Inchcailloch. By dint of his powers of
persuasion, Graeme had managed to get the round trip fare reduced from four
pounds ($8) to three pounds fifty before Ruth stepped in and obtained a
further reduction to three pounds ($6) per person as a group rate! A few
minutes later we had all scrambled aboard the Lady Jean, which also doubled
as the Royal Mail carrier for the residents on the lochs many islands. Five
short minutes later we were tied up at the little jetty on the island, ready
to begin our adventure.
Click on pictures to
enlarge.
The Scottish Natural Heritage has done a fine job of
creating three trails through the island, the Western Plateau, the Central
Valley, and the Main Ridge, complete with signage which has helped minimized
destruction of the natural vegetation. The first sight that struck us on
heading into the wooded interior was the profusion of bluebells in full
bloom- a glorious sight- with sunlight filtering through the trees and the
island’s birds, like the wood warbler, robin, and chaffinch, making their
music.
On returning to the path
leading to the picnic ground at Port Bawn, a little sandy inlet at the western
e The ramblers were a talkative
bunch and several unusual coincidences w ere discovered. One fellow was a bassist with the
BBC Scottish Symphony Orchestra who had played in a performance at the Irvine Auditorium in Philadelphia seven
years before and which we had attended. Another couple’s son turned out to be
a good friend of a girl from Estonia who was with our group. The combination of
camaraderie and delightful scenery coupled with
Andrew R. McGhie 05.26.06 |
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