Out this morning in clear blue skies to walk up Gleann Domhain (the deep glen, pronounced “glen dough-in”) and to find the sculptured stone marked on the map. As I walked past the few houses at the foot of the glen, two men came out separately to pass the time of day. One of them told me that the carved stone further up the glen was known as the Roebuck Stone, although it could be hard to find.
The walk up the glen was enhanced by a good view of a golden eagle, which, choosing to perch on fenceposts beside the track, twice had to fly off at my approach. At one point it was up above the hills flying alongside a buzzard and the differences between the two birds were very obvious – not just size, but wing-form and flight as well. I was commenting to SWHMBO earlier on that I was almost becoming complacent about seeing golden eagles (this was my second in ten days) when I can remember the delight I had when I first saw buzzards soaring over the ridge of the Quantock Hills in Somerset some twenty years ago.
This was a square-bagging expedition, and six squares were duly bagged, but this is a beautiful place and a relatively easy walk to which I shall return with the Queen of the Chooks in due course. Stopped at an old ruin about three-quarters of the way up the glen for some oatcakes and coffee before finding the Roebuck Stone itself, which is quite small (about half a metre across), but well worth the effort.
It started to snow on the way back down the glen, so decided against a second foray into the hills and came back to the comfort of The Chookery and to give you my attention, dear reader.
Here’s a view up Gleann Domhain from a picturesque rock formation:
And here’s a close-up of the carving on the Roebuck Stone itself: