And so, following a cosy snoozy comfy night at the restaurant for local foxes by the Poldive Burn (The place is heaving with little field meeces and the local foxes are having a field (meece) day, judging by the amount of fox poo laying around) - I blundered up through the forest and out on to Stony Hill - passing quite a bit of well distributed aircraft wreckage on the way. Whatever it was must have hit the hill very hard indeed -I would have thought... and some really nice lichens which were busily flowering.
Stony Hill is fairly nondescript, almost Pennine-ish, but it's neighbour - Cairn Table has more about it. The more about it being firstly a large and ancient cairn and an even bigger war memorial cairn and a view indicator and a path to Muirkirk. The big memorial cairn remember 87 people from Muirkirk who lost their lives in WW1. This is an enormous loss for such a place. But what a fine tribute.
I followed a path shown on the map, but non-existent in reality back down into the forest and through much tussling in the tussocks to the fine Cairn Kinney. Cairn Kinney's trig is rather strangely placed in a hole in the ancient summit cairn.
Due to it being perishing cold and freezing bits of me not meant to be frozen, I left the summit post-haste and put me tent up by Sherrifcleuch Burn (Northumbrian place name?!)
A fine spot too, with two streams of good, clean water.
It chucked it down during the night and the sleeping bag got a bit warm!
Another 16 and a bit kms...... but its not about kms, is it. (Its about ten miles)
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