BY MEADOW, GROVE AND 

 STREAM 



INTRODUCTION 



ON a bright day in the early summer of 

 last year, I was exploring a narrow 

 glen in the Southern Ochils. It was 

 little more than a cleft, separating two spurs 

 of the hills, between which it ran inwards and 

 upwards for nearly a mile. A mountain 

 stream dashed down it in headlong and 

 impetuous course, and a well-made footpath 

 wound up it into the heart of the range. It 

 is a circumstance connected with this path 

 that has led me to mention the valley in 

 this place. 



About halfway up the glen, the stream 

 was joined by another from the right bank. 

 At this point the footpath divided. One 

 portion held upwards through a delightful 

 environment of golden-green oak, silver birch 



