Just a picture post on my blog. We intended to be out longer than we were, but gale force winds forecast with late snow was enough to shorten our route, but it was great to get out and have a backpack with my youngest son William.
After a warm day’s walking, we set up camp near to Loch Enoch, a wild and remote place on a very small patch of flat ground amongst a sea of tussock grass. If I had known we could have carried on to pitch near the beaches of the Loch on the far side. The forecast for the next two days was bad and we made a decision to strike camp early the next day and head over the Merrick, the highest point in the Galloway hills.
The wind and rain lashed at us and it was difficult to even stand up at times let alone take any photos. In the low cloud it was pointless anyway. Eventually as we neared the forest which cloaks the lower slopes of the Merrick, the weather started to clear.