Bengairn, as seen on the approach walk
I haven’t blogged for a couple years, family commitments have made this difficult. However, I will blog about my walks whenever I can. This walk was up the hill of Bengairn in south west Scotland, with Mark and my two year old son James. Mark did the driving and he parked the car in a layby on the outskirts of the village of Auchencairn.
James in his hillwalking gear
James and Mark heading for Bengairn
We set off at 1 pm by walking along the A711, which took time as James is not a fast walker. We turned off and took the road that led to Bengairn House. Before we reached this a track signposted to Bengairn branched off and headed towards the hill. The weather had started off a bit sunny but it soon clouded over, although we had little rain to speak of. The track was quite muddy and we passed one area where a herd of cows had been which was all churned up into a mixture of mud and cow poo. We also came across a horse in a field which James took a shine too. It became drier and I let James out to walk again. The ruins of Forest Hill came up and this was a lovely spot. There were some Scots Pine nearby and beyond Screel Hill and Bengairn reared up in craggy, heathery tiers. It looked almost Highland in its character. From here there was a view to Criffel. Beyond Forest Hill the track continued but it came to an end beyond a gate. There was a muddy path, which James found a struggle and I had to put him in the carrier. The path was really boggy and was hard work. It was intermittent at times, as we climbed towards the summit. I found it hard work climbing upwards with James in the carrier as he’s getting a big boy.

Screel Hill from Forrest Hill
James in the carrier on the ascent
We reached the top at 3.40 pm. It was marked by a trig and a large cairn and it was windy at the top. The view was great: we could see the Lake District, with Skiddaw, Black Combe and St Bees Head particularly prominent. We could also see the Isle of Man, Cairnsmore of Fleet, the Galloway hills, Cairnsmore of Carsphairn, Windy Standard and hills we didn’t know. It was cold and this, together with the impending sunset didn’t encourage us to linger. We had a bite to eat and started the descent at 4 pm, when it was already getting dark. James wanted to walk but the terrain was too rough and it was too late to let him. He wasn’t happy about this but soon accepted being put back in the carrier. We took a more direct route to the track and once we reached this our progress really quickened. We came across a herd of cows in the dark, which James found exciting, and my feet fell in to the mixture of mud and cow poo. I stank of cow poo for the whole journey home, which was quite revolting. We got to the road and saw the lights of Carlisle across the Solway Firth.
Mark admiring the view to the summit of Bengairn
James and Yours Truly at the summit
We got to the car at 5.20 pm, a roundtrip of 4 hours 20 minutes which didn’t break any records. Walking with toddlers is slow, at times it feels like hillwalking in slow motion. We got changed, had some food and started the journey back at about 5.45 pm. We didn’t stop on the way, James slept for much of it and we arrived home at 8.30 pm.
Hillwalking … a good way to exhaust a toddler
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Bengairn 18th November 2012 in a larger map