The talk of trainers in the post below is nothing compared to what folks were up to in times past. Ben Lomond attracts all sorts of folks, I know this from experience, and the Victorians were no less experimental in their approach to the mountains.
“Mountaineering Up and Down Ben Lomond” the illustration is called, and what a joy it is. Various styles of coming down it says under the top left image of the bloke in a bowler hat on a horse. Just below the horses nose and in the background are folk taking the quick way down, face first.
Elsewhere we we have beards and pipe smoking as was necessary to success until the late 70’s and umbrellas. I’ve mentioned this before, but walking a woman from Chile down off of Ben Lomond after we found her sheltering from a storm under a brolly near the summit is one of my abiding memories of a hill that already has so many memories for me.
Is that bloke top-centre trying to catch a rabbit? Has he dropped his hip flask down a crevice? Are these hazards still applicable today? Folks sitting admiring the view while trying to draw a breath without discomfort is certainly nothing new, although the tweed on the hill is more on a niche interest these days, usually accompanied by firearms and a fat wallet.
I have no idea if that’s meant to be the Rowardennan Hotel at the bottom, maybe the youth hotel building in times past?
I’ve often though of mountain biking Ben Lomond, but imagine riding it on a horse? Galloping up the tourist route with a Buff over your face waving and ice axe in the air shrieking like a maddie?
Gone too far with that one I think.