Goatfell from Brodick |
However, the next morning I woke feeling okay so grabbed a quick cup of tea, threw a few things in the rucksack and headed to Ardrossan for the later than planned 9.40 ferry. This would offload me at Brodick about 10.45. I wanted to get up and down Goatfell in time to catch the 16.40 ferry back as the next ferry was not until after 7pm, a wait I could do without.
The ferry was on time and after a black pudding/fried egg roll & coffee onboard I ventured up and spent the crossing outside. Good decision as I briefly spotted a pair of porpoises skimming the waves alongside our boat.
At Brodick I decided I had the time to do the full walk starting from the ferry. There is an option to get a bus saving a couple of miles each way, maybe take it after the descent I was thinking. My usual stop at the Coop for their meal deal and off I went.
The walk along Broddick shorefront on this warm day gave me great views of the Goatfell and anticipation heightened. The route I would normally take along the shore and alongside the golf course was closed for construction work so it was more or less the main road along to Claddach with a brief shortcut through the golf course.
At Claddach turn in at the Arran brewery and the walk starts proper from here. The initial uphill stretch is through the grounds of Brodick Castle although if you see it you have missed the route. There are signposts and so long as you don't take any of the left or right turns you can't go wrong, although I did on the descent, more later.
Lower track |
I was already sweating away, a mixture of the heat, effort and last nights beer. At the bridge and deer gate, about 250 metres, paused for a break, water intake as dehydration was a possibility today, look back and enjoy the views back to Brodick and Holy Isle. About a third of the way up.
Middle section |
Surprisingly I was moving well and had overtaken a few people and was heading for the horizon to the point near Meall Breac, about 600 metres, where the route takes a sharp left and the steepest section beckons.
Around this point a runner comes past me descending at an alarmingly fast pace, brave man. The record for the annual run is around an hour and a quarter, the physical effort going up is admirable enough but the descent at speed on this stuff, unbelievable. A light wind is blowing up here but enough to make me put on the windproof jacket.
Holy Isle |
Cir Mhor |
North Goatfell |
My one issue comes at the bridge where I met up with a walker and he asked if we were on the right track. Surprised at this I reply yes and a woman walking her dog assures us we are on the right track. However after about half a mile we realise we are too high up entering the forest. The OS map indicates the track would eventually loop back but we take no chances and we re-track back to the bridge where somehow we missed the fairly obvious route marker to the other path. Tiredness or just lack of concentration, I don't know but a good reminder all the same.
A good descent and I walked back to Brodick, stopping for a welcoming ice cream cone, large, and I made the ferry with 30 minutes to spare.
According to the GPS I walked 12.48 miles (can be shortened by 4 miles if buses used) and climbed 2944 feet. Goatfell, a Corbett, is a better achievement than many Munros as it starts from sea level climbing to its official height of 874 metres. It was tough walk but the views are certainly worthwhile and as good as they come.
Time for that beer.