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Recently, I've
been occupying myself with trips out to the Campsie Fells and on these
trips, I've made of point of including plenty of scrambling.
Additionally, I've been busy with exams having just left my final year
at school, so life has
been moderately busy and the Campsies are an ideal location for an
afternoons walk. On this Friday, I wasn't occupied in
the slightest, so Steve and I headed back out to the Campsies, starting
out
by the Blanefield monument at 4.50pm. We followed the river onto
Slackdhu's lower slopes, although Steve wasn't feeling like a walk
today, turning around to leave me to go up
alone. To make the best of this situation, I decided to climb up to the
eastern cliffs of Slackdhu, an area of cliffs I hadn't yet been to.
With the sun beating down, it was a warm afternoon but I was slightly
glad to be exploring some new ground, as opposed to following
established routes. I climbed up to a vertical cleft in the rock, a
striking feature especially visible from below. Having reached the
cleft, I searched out routes up and around about it, but the rock was unstable, too dangerous to make any
scramble. I may have been able to climb some of these cliffs, but the
commitment to do so was far too high. Instead, I followed a ramp to the left
hand side of the cliff. It too was a scramble, but easier to climb than
any rock face.
From here I traversed the hillside, east to west, heading in the
direction of the cliff bands. This route and all it's offshoots are
visible in the first image.
I was following this route when I came upon pebbles and stones partially
buried within the surrounding rock and for me to explain this fully, a
little background info is in order about the area's geology. The
Campsie Fells are comprised of basalt, which is magma that has been
ejected from the ground by a volcano and cooled on the surface. In the
case of the formation of the Campsies, it cooled in flat sheets and
subsequent erosion exposes the various eruptions as cliffs bands. The
lower down the layer of basalt, the older it is, because each layer
forms on top of the last. The younger rock therefore lies towards the
summits. What I came across were smoothed stones eroding out from the
cliff face and this suggests to me that once upon a time, these rocks
(which once lay in open air) were overcome by lava, and it is only now,
over 100 million years on (I believe...) that they are finally
reappearing back into the open air.
But that's the geologist in me coming out, an interest that I've
developed recently. From this area of stones, I had a look around the
cliffs, including one prominent gully that was of interest. It was a
little too committing to
scramble up, for the crumbling rock, potential long line of fall,
dampness and vegetation. I took the easy route around the side, and
climbing down the gully from the top showed me that there was one 'crux'
to climbing up here: a one meter high step in the gully, with crumbling
rock around about and water flowing down. It wouldn't make the best
scramble.
Now I was almost up on the plateau, but didn't have the motivation to
climb the final section up to the summit. Instead of summiting now, I followed the cliff bands around the hillside until I
arrived at 'Black Craig', (as marked on OS 1:25000) the main area of
cliffs on Slackdhu. Recently, I've been ascending via the side of Black Craig,
although today I took things a step further and followed sheep trails
across the cliff bands. Brilliant exposure, cliffs and boulders beneath
me. A fall would be disastrous, but I needn't think about that, because
I really felt fine. Thanks to Slackdhu, I have been making myself well
accustomed
to exposure.
Half way across the cliff bands I stopped at a ledge where going further
may have been riskier. I didn't have a mobile phone and was alone, so
once again, it was a question of commitment. I doubled back on tracks
and took an easy route to Slackdhu where I arrived at it's summit at
6.45pm. On descent, my heightened 'immunity' to exposure presented
itself well. I
was eager to catch the 7.40pm bus in Strathblane as there would be no
buses for another two hours. This would leave me about fifty minutes to
get off the hill, and as a result I followed a steep route of
ascent I'd taken before, a route I'd been edgy about going up, nevermind
going down. Today, I down climbed it with ease, proving to myself that I
was moving far more confidently than before. It's nice to see progress.
On flatter ground below, I walked through the sprouting bracken,
reminding myself that it will likely cut accessibility to this
hill in summertime when it becomes difficult to walk though. I walked back to the river and got back to
Strathblane at 7.30pm in good time to make the bus.
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