Running at Loch Katrine, Trossachs, Scotland 

On Sunday, ahead of my special Cromlix House stay, Nige and I drove up to the beautiful Trossachs region, about an hour and a half North West of Edinburgh just past Stirling and Callander. We had planned a run around Loch Katrine based on a description followed by lunch and a hike up nearby Ben A’an.

As we drove further North the mist closed in and over the still lochs a low cloud hung, hiding the mountains and higher grounds behind a thick white fog. We parked at the Loch Katrine car park where there is a pier, toilets, tourist information point, cafe and restaurant, and, already dressed for running, headed off along the lochside.

The route is named Primrose Hill, perhaps because of the flowers that grow alongside the trails in Spring, and starts from the pier along the private road on the North side of the Loch. It follows this road for just a few kilometres before a way marked path takes a right up a forest track, climbing and zig zagging through the trees.

From the top path along the edge of the Loch there was promise of clear views to the Arrochar Alps, not today. The mist clung low to the edge of the calm waters and any mountains that we could have hoped to see in the distance were hidden in dense white cloud. We reached the highest point of the route and at last the path started to descend, again zig zagging, though this time through large areas of deforestation, the landscape somewhat spoilt by the lack of its natural surroundings.

The forest trail ended and we arrived at the lochside road again, our loop finished and only a short distance back to the car left to run. From the road we could see that the daily boat trip had left from the pier and it was sending ripples through the still waters. We ran against the wake of the boat, passing several friendly dog walkers out on their Sunday afternoon stroll. After 11km we were back at the pier, layered up, stretched and enjoyed soup and cheese toasties for lunch in the little cafe.

A little jaunt along a beautiful Scottish Loch, made even more pretty to the eye thanks to the mystical mist hanging low in the sky surrounding it, enclosing its still waters and hiding the majestic mountains that tower over it.


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