Arrochar is one of few places in Scotland where I have been blessed with
sheep experiences. No... not those
sheep experiences! They were
experiences of a most humbling nature. In one I was making my way up
Beinn Ime and found a sheep on its back. It gave its legs a little
frantic shake, tried desperately to right itself, then bleated, as if to
say, 'Help! Ah canny get up!' Seemingly, this happens to sheep now and
then. Bit of a design flaw, I should imagine. I slowly approached it,
talking soft calm reassuring words, made contact with that oily wool,
and pushed it onto its feet. The sheep had a pee, and wandered off. The
other experience was in Glen Croe. A sheep had become stuck in mud, its
front legs sunk deep. I tried to lift it out, but it was heavy and I
only partially managed to free it. The sheep could hardly keep its head
up. It was nearly dead. I frantically knocked a door on a cottage to
find a farmer, made a phone call to a farmer, and did all I could. I
don't know if it survived. I will never forget that sheep.
The mountains at Arrochar are the grandest, most awesome, most
beautiful, breathtaking and scariest in all of Scotland. You don't need
to be a mountaineer to see them. You can be sat on a bus as it passes
through Glen Croe towards Rest and Be Thankful at the head of the glen.
It's hard to imagine anywhere on Earth more beautiful than Glen Croe. On
days when I've walked a small way to gain some height, the view down
into that glen has been simply astonishing. And every time I'm there I
wonder if that sheep made it.