The Cobbler (Aka Ben Arthur)
Saturday seen me straight up and out the door after about 4 hours sleep to go climbing with fellow dog ross. We hat some midweek banter about going for a wee hike and decided the weather would be suitable on saturday. Grabbed a train and headed to tarbet and arrochar. The train stops at tarbet and there’s a 30 min walk to arrochar…don’t be fooled like we were. From arrochar you join the footpaths into Argyll forest, it was here we decided to climb The cobbler neither of us having done it before. A nice jaunt through the hills a fairly steady incline and at places actually quite busy…full of lots of friendly people swapping such banter as “aye aye”, “lovely day” and my personal favourite from people coming down as we went up “you’re nearly there” even though we quite clearly had another 2 hrs of uphill to struggle with.
The walk runs round the back of the cobbler and some clever fellow had built steps right to the top. This was tough going. Once we reached the summit (after about 2hrs 30 mins from when we arrived off the train) we failed to notice the clouds had crept in. Was cool, they rolled in just as we arrived. So we temporarily saw the view but it was quickly obscured and it all got a bit x-fileseee
At one point on the summit a huge wedge is cut out the top where you can look right down…it just turns your legs to jelly…even cooler though was the fact you couldn’t see the bottom it just faded off into nothing…creepy…like that bit out of lost boys when they all drop off the bridge (just keeping it real) 
the descent was easy once off the summit. Nearly skipping all the way to the pub. We made a decision not to get food in arrochar but to get back to Tarbet just so we could run and catch the train. This was a mistake…the banter all the way down was gammon steaks and chicken pies., only to discover the ben lomond pub had a private function on and couldn’t serve us food. Devistated…me just cried into our pints and went home. Arriving on a sataurday night in glasgow wearing shorts in the freezing cold isn’t how I imagined my saturday night would be. All in all a great day out. A busy one…but a good one
