Corndavon Lodge Walk 28 18 June 2011

Do you mind our youthful days,

we spent so happily together,

on Gairns rough & rugged braes,

‘mang scented birks & blooming heather.

Extract from a poem by John MacKenzie of Ardoch Glen Gairn:

A brief respite from the rain

Due to the rain and generally poor weather conditions only a few hardy souls ventured out on Saturday to visit Cordavon Lodge at the foot of Brown Cow Hill. The walk took us over  An Creagan & Tom Breac dropping down onto Corndavon Lodge and returning along the River Gairn. Altitude gained 326 metres.
The normally spectacular views were curtailed by the rain and low cloud.However, we did manage to see a Golden Eagle take off below us on the descent to the Lodge and welcome shelter and lunch inside the old hunting lodge. 
The inside walls are covered with murals by Philip Erskin who first painted them in 1968 then after a 30 year break returned to renew the paintings after they had been vandalised.

The Large Mural

Lunch at Corndavon Lodge