TIME AND AGAIN, driving north up Loch Lomondside I’d pass the turn for the A82 at Tarbet, glance west, catch that hooked and vaguely sinister profile of The Cobbler (Ben Arthur) and know that I was in the Highlands. No accident, surely, that the great Scottish mountain writer WH Murray made his home at Lochearnhead, within sight of the hill that had dominated his earliest experiences. For his Glasgow contemporary Tom Weir too, The Cobbler was iconic. The whole outdoor romance of Scottish inter-war mountain activity has its genesis on this outstanding hill.
It might only be a Corbett; but of all
