Brodick Bay |
A railway and ferry
day, accompanying mum part of the way to her volunteering week on
Holy Isle, a mile off the eastern side of Arran. (Read about our 2011
sketching trip to Holy Isle on pages 99 - 100 of my Landscapes &Birds of Scotland book.)
The journey:
- train
Mum joined me on the train at Falkirk High; from there to Glasgow Queen Street; walk to Glasgow Central; train (plus thermos coffee and mother-made apple cake) to Ardrossan. In Ardossan take your pick from 'South Beach', 'Town' or 'Harbour' stations.
Mum joined me on the train at Falkirk High; from there to Glasgow Queen Street; walk to Glasgow Central; train (plus thermos coffee and mother-made apple cake) to Ardrossan. In Ardossan take your pick from 'South Beach', 'Town' or 'Harbour' stations.
Ardrossan
We chose Town to let us see a little of the, ah, town. But not too much, because of strong wind and rain. In good weather choose South Beach station. In dire weather choose Harbour.
We chose Town to let us see a little of the, ah, town. But not too much, because of strong wind and rain. In good weather choose South Beach station. In dire weather choose Harbour.
We walked to a very
ruined castle on grassland that rises from the middle of the town.
Everything was grey with mist and well-off-the-vertical rain. Pretty
bleak. I like bleak. (In fact I'm lucky in enjoying almost everything
except hot.) I thought of childhood holiday days in Peterhead,
walking into town along the lido with mum and roan and assorted
cousins.
Ardrossan |
spot mum |
Ardrossan Castle, welcome |
but this lovely lion makes up for it |
In a spare half
hour at the ferry terminal we sketched in warm safety looking out at
choppy waters and two crows that searching for scraps on the tarmac.
I managed an outline of the pier beacon before our ferry arrived and
obscured the view.
beacon without ferry |
beacon with ferry. nose rising |
The journey:
- ferry
I really love islands and really love ferries. To go to an island, even just for these three hours, is extremely exciting. As we climbed the tread-gripped ramp of MV Caledonian Isles a smile gripped my face and inside I tingled. Maybe there's a pill I can get for it.
Ardrossan to Brodick on Arran takes only one hour. Other than using corridors to cross from one side to the other - the strength of wind over the prow made it almost impossible to walk that way - we stayed on deck the whole time. There were all the expected birds: the six-foot wingspan of gliding and diving white adult gannets and their still-brown youngsters; rafts of guillemots floating on the waves with a few razorbills dotted among them; black guillemots, quite confusingly coloured at this time of year, more white than black; shearwaters skimming tight above the waves; cormorants passing; great black-backed and lesser black-backed gulls, more great than lesser. Great are much bigger, their backs a much blacker back.
I really love islands and really love ferries. To go to an island, even just for these three hours, is extremely exciting. As we climbed the tread-gripped ramp of MV Caledonian Isles a smile gripped my face and inside I tingled. Maybe there's a pill I can get for it.
Ardrossan to Brodick on Arran takes only one hour. Other than using corridors to cross from one side to the other - the strength of wind over the prow made it almost impossible to walk that way - we stayed on deck the whole time. There were all the expected birds: the six-foot wingspan of gliding and diving white adult gannets and their still-brown youngsters; rafts of guillemots floating on the waves with a few razorbills dotted among them; black guillemots, quite confusingly coloured at this time of year, more white than black; shearwaters skimming tight above the waves; cormorants passing; great black-backed and lesser black-backed gulls, more great than lesser. Great are much bigger, their backs a much blacker back.
We both sketched a
little, at risk to our sketchbooks and finger
circulation.
Holy Isle! What a place. |
as I said |
Holy Isle lighthouse |
Holy Isle lighthouse |
On Arran
Arran, welcome. |
On Arran I walked the shore and
estuary of Brodick then a mile out into countryside. Exiting Brodick
chaffinches, all males, were in the shrubs.
(A birdy aside - One had a terrible
clubbed foot, a huge crusty growth covered the whole of its right
foot and had begun reaching up the leg above. Lots more
information on gardenwildlifehealth.org and www.bto.org. If you ever see diseased birds in your garden the
BTO would love to know the details, especially to see any photos. Details here. Chances of disease in the garden can be greatly reduced
by regularly cleaning and repositioning feeders and water supplies.
Factsheet here. Thanks for reading)
As I walked past the museum a red squirrel bounded over the luckily empty road. I'd no time to visit but it looked good, whitewashed old stone buildings, agricultural tools from days past.
I reached the Brodick
Castle and Merkland woodland at the very very foot of what eventually
becomes Goatfell, Arran's highest peak, 874m. I ate my packed lunch looking
the length of narrow Glen Rosa valley, above a group of mallards on
the tight meanders of the Glenrosa Water. Mosses and lichens glowed
green after rain.
I managed a watercolour
- ten minutes or less - before it was time to hurry back to the ferry.
from Brodick Bay, looking inland |
lunch spot |
I did only have 10 minutes |
ferry approaching, black-headed gull, grey heron |
£11.35 return. Bargain |
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Ardrossan harbour, Arran in the distance |