Whitehope Heights, mountain or peak in Dumfries and Galloway

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Whitehope BurnShieling Hut (post Medieval) (possible), Shieling Hut (post Medieval) · 775 yd

Explorer Tom Whitehope Burn is full of huts where I’m pretty sure someone smuggled an entire library of romance novels under their coat. They probably tried to hide them behind the sheepfold, but the wind got in on the act. Pack a picnic and an excuse for why you’re really here.

Pot BurnPen (medieval) - (post Medieval), Shieling Hut(s) (medieval) - (post Medieval) · 884 yd

Explorer Tom Pot Burn has a local superstition that says if you whistle at the pen, your trousers will shrink by two sizes overnight. It’s medieval, it’s post-medieval, it’s absolutely bonkers, and I would swear it on my life. Perfect spot to practise your best tour-guide voice before anyone notices.

Lochan BurnEnclosure (post Medieval), Pen (post Medieval), Shieling Hut(s) (post Medieval) · 1094 yd

Explorer Tom Lochan Burn has a pen and shieling huts, which is like a medieval Airbnb for sheep. It nearly became famous when a tourist thought it was a secret base. The hut looks like a very tired dog’s bed in stone form. Ten minutes here and you'll have a yarn for the pub.

Hart FellMountain / peak · 1.1 mi

Hartfell SpaSpa (18th Century) · 1.4 mi

Explorer Tom Hartfell Spa in Dumfries and Galloway is an eighteenth-century spa that probably smelled like wet wool and regret back in the day. The whole parish likely argued over who had the right to drink the muddy water, splitting families in half just for a sip. It’s got that classic vibe of being fancy but secretly damp. Tell your mates you found it first.