Phoebe Smith

The Book of the Bothy


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href="#ulink_9ef3c02e-5709-53f6-8412-c9099188cf6b">Lowther Hills

       Kettleton Byre

       Glen Coe

       Taigh Seumas a’ Ghlinne

       Scottish Highlands

       Lairig Leacach

       Dalwhinnie

       Ben Alder Cottage

       Great Glen

       Blackburn of Corrieyairack

       East Highlands

       Ruigh Aiteachain

       Balmoral

       Gelder Shiel Stable

       Cairngorms

       Bob Scott’s

       Hutchison Memorial Hut

       Ryvoan

       Wester Ross

       Easan Dorcha (The Teahouse)

       Shenavall

       Isle of Skye

       The Lookout

       Torridon

       Craig

       Sutherland

       The Schoolhouse

       Glencoul

       Strathchailleach (Sandy’s Bothy)

      Wales

       Brecon Beacons

       Grwyne Fawr

       Mid-Wales

       Nant Syddion

       Snowdonia

       Arenig Fawr

       Carneddau

       Dulyn

      England

       Lake District

       Warnscale Head

       Mosedale Cottage

       Pennines

       Greg’s Hut

       Border Country

       Kershopehead

      Appendix A

      Further information and reading

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      Approaching The Schoolhouse bothy, Sutherland

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      Glencoul bothy, Sutherland

      From sea to forest, beach to mountain, this assortment of 26 bothies represents a snapshot of what’s out there in some of Britain’s wildest areas – hopefully enough to whet your appetite and make you want to go and check them out for yourself. It was never my intention to produce a catalogue of all the bothies out there, instead I wanted to provide a big enough selection for everyone to find a bothy that was not too far away, so that you could actually go and stay there. Conversely, I didn’t want too large a spread so that there were no new ones for you to discover yourself – that is, after all, the joy of bothying.

      The initial basis of the selection was geographical – I don’t think anyone would have wanted to read about 26 bothies all within the same mountain range. But within that, it was a personal choice – bothies, much like mountain summits or waterproof jackets, are subjective. One that I might rate highly, others may never want to stay at. The result is a selection in which each bothy offers something slightly different, be it back-story, structure, size or views from the window.

      Some bothies described here set the scene for some of the most memorable nights of my life and, as such, are just too good to keep to myself. Other bothies are included because I want more eyes on them – more good people looking out for them so that they remain for years to come. So I share them here, hoping that, like me, you’ll discover the magic that bothies can create.

      You may disagree with my selection – but that’s half the fun. So go forth, find your favourite bothy, share your own adventure in the book you find inside it, and then tell me which bothy you would have included. You can get in touch through Cicerone’s Facebook and twitter. I can’t wait to hear from you all...

      Phoebe Smith, 2015

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      Strathchailleach (aka Sandy’s Bothy) nestles in the hills beyond Sandwood Bay

      INTRODUCTION

      Something I love about this bothy, and every bothy, is how a network of adventurers and travellers is created through these pages. We may never meet. David, Owen and their friends who stayed here on the 5th October may never meet the famous Izzy and Rose who stayed here from 1–3 October, but there’s a connection there... something happened between them, even though separated by time, they are united by place.

      Entry in Grwyne Fawr bothy book, by ’Hannah’, 2013

      My face appeared orange in the light of the flame. The flickering glow of a dying candle fizzed and spat as I leafed through the pages of a bothy book – the visitors’ log that’s placed in each and every shelter from the far north of Scotland to the forested valley of mid-Wales which makes up the bothy network. I was, at the particular moment, not really aware of my surroundings. Wasn’t taking in the view of the creeping valley at my window as a thin sliver of a river hewed its way through the undergrowth and tipped into the dam below it. Didn’t register the shrill hoot of a brown owl on the hunt in the clear sky above my little slate roof. Instead I was lost among the pages of this tome, caught in a space between time by Hannah’s words, meeting new people in the ink within the lines of paper. This is the power of the bothy book, and of the bothy itself – this ability for visitors to simultaneously find and lose themselves, to meet and connect with other people in a way that they never could in an office or house surrounded by mod cons and mobile phone reception.

      But first, perhaps, I should rewind. I was in a bothy – a mountain hut that’s completely free to use as an overnight stop, positioned in a wild and stunning location. Somewhere you could go and stay tomorrow and not pay a penny for the privilege.

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