Day 182: Barlocco Heugh to Senwick Church – Range & Forage

Kirkcudbrightshire, Scotland

Looking out to sea from Dundrennan while detouring inland to avoid live firing at Kirkcudbright Army Ranges, Dumfries and Galloway, Scotland.

I was woken every hour last night by the noisy, windy tent and after packing up in the dark morning, my priority is finding drinking water even though it’s raining. Sourcing drinking water is a peculiar difficulty of the uninhabited coast as, although frequent, most streams are downstream of houses and farmland and therefore not safe to drink. I carry a water filter, but it doesn’t remove agricultural chemicals. As a result, I often rely on purifying water sources marked as Wells or Springs on the Ordnance Survey map, public toilets if they are open or diverting from the coast and knocking on doors if all else fails.

Meikle Ross and Kircudbright Bay during a pause in the rain, Dumfries and Galloway, Scotland.

After four hours walking in the heavy rain, I see a Well marked on the map and on locating it kneel down by the road and start to filter. A lady sees me from her house and calls to me asking, quite understandably, what I’m doing. When I explain, she tells me all the water sources here are polluted by slurry spread on the fields. She had a legal battle with the local farmer who ended up having to pay for a separate water pipe to her house after she was hospitalised from the drinking water. She makes me a cup of tea, fills my water bottle and gives me a gigantic chocolate bar. She’s very well travelled, and we have a welcomingly diverting chat about exotic climes as the Scottish rain pours down.

Shore of Manxman’s Lake, Dumfries and Galloway, Scotland.

The incessant rain limits photographic opportunities compounded by being forced to detour inland on roads to avoid the live firing on Kirkcudbright army range. I decide the day is best spent covering distance as fast as possible which also helps me keep warm.

Still, St Mary’s Isle, Dumfries and Galloway, Scotland.

Because of the cold wet I haven’t stopped to eat, so when the rains momentarily subside at St Mary’s Isle, I collapse on the shore and prepare to boil water for a dehydrated meal. Two figures approach along the shore, whom I soon learn are chef Ed Pook and wild food expert Mark Williams. We’re all pleased to bump into someone else enjoying this remote and beautiful corner of the world, to my delight Mark offers me some Velvet Shank and Jelly Ear mushrooms from his foraging bag to add to my lunch. “Oh and you’ve got to try some of this” he walks a few meters to gather some Sea Radish and Scurvy Grass handing them to me like a magician. They head on their way as I add the fresh ingredients to my pot.

Inch, St Mary’s Isle, Dumfries and Galloway, Scotland.

Outside a pub in Kirkcudbright a man lowers his cigarette to ask if “you’s coming in?” in such a hospitable manner that I feel like a fool to be pressing on into the darkening, and still raining night. As night falls I’m on the slopes of Senwick Wood and realise there are no flat sheltered places to put up my tent nearby. I see on the map there are the ruins of Senwick Church two miles ahead, and I hope this has flatter drier ground. When I arrive my torchlight picks out the tombstones of the old graveyard, but the ground is thankfully flat. I’m so wet and weary that I only consider if it’s a bit spooky sleeping in a graveyard when the tent is up and I’m in the sleeping bag. Moments later I’m asleep. The next morning there’s been a light snowfall so when I pack up the tent, it leaves a coffin shaped print on the ground and I realise I’ve been sleeping in the same orientation as all the other souls resting there.

Kirkcudbright Harbour, Dumfries and Galloway, Scotland.

Like most other firing ranges I’ve encountered around the coast the red flag was flying at Kirkcudbright Army Ranges which necessitated a 10k detour inland on main roads.

The chocolate bar I was given by a stranger.

Pronounced kur-coo-bree

Following a path through Senwick Wood looking for a patch of dry and drained ground to pitch the tent. It’s been raining all day and everywhere is sodden.

Arriving in the dark the first flat ground I found was in the graveyard of the ruins of Senwick Church.

That’s not a night I’ll forget in a hurry. Leaving the coffin-shaped snow print from my tent at Senwick Church Graveyard,

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7 thoughts on “Day 182: Barlocco Heugh to Senwick Church – Range & Forage”

  1. Harris says:

    Found your comments very interesting. Liked your retrospect observation about the orientation of your tent in the churchyard! Enjoyed the interesting photos too!

  2. Ed lives in a Yurt full time – you will have walked by his place. Such a shame about the ranges being shut – the land in there is a magical time capsule.

    • Ah nice, I made the mistake of looking at his restaurant website when I was very hungry later this day! They weren’t kidding about the ranges being in use as I saw and heard helicopter gunships buzzing around.

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