Uamh Mhòr (older spelling Uaighmor, also anglicised Uam Var [1]) is a summit in Kilmadock parish in Stirling council area, Scotland, north of the River Teith between Callander and Doune. [1] The name means "Great Cave", [1] referring to a large cave in the cliff face which was a hideout for brigands into the eighteenth century. [2] The peak is actually a southern top of Uamh Bheag to the north; [3] [4] despite the name suggesting a smaller hill, Uamh Bheag is actually higher at 664 metres (2,178 ft) compared to just over 600 metres (2,000 ft). [4]
The stag in Canto I of Walter Scott's 1810 poem " The Lady of the Lake" flees to "the wild heaths of Uam-Var". [2] The hero of Robert Louis Stevenson's 1886 novel Kidnapped camps by Uam Var near the end of his adventures. [3] [5] Michael Andrews painted "A View from Uamh Mhor" in 1990–91. [6] [7]
56°16′35″N 4°07′08″W / 56.276285°N 4.118760°W [4]
The twenty-second we lay in a heather bush on the hillside in Uam Var, within view of a herd of deer, the happiest ten hours of sleep in a fine, breathing sunshine and on bone-dry ground, that I have ever tasted.
Uamh Mhòr (older spelling Uaighmor, also anglicised Uam Var [1]) is a summit in Kilmadock parish in Stirling council area, Scotland, north of the River Teith between Callander and Doune. [1] The name means "Great Cave", [1] referring to a large cave in the cliff face which was a hideout for brigands into the eighteenth century. [2] The peak is actually a southern top of Uamh Bheag to the north; [3] [4] despite the name suggesting a smaller hill, Uamh Bheag is actually higher at 664 metres (2,178 ft) compared to just over 600 metres (2,000 ft). [4]
The stag in Canto I of Walter Scott's 1810 poem " The Lady of the Lake" flees to "the wild heaths of Uam-Var". [2] The hero of Robert Louis Stevenson's 1886 novel Kidnapped camps by Uam Var near the end of his adventures. [3] [5] Michael Andrews painted "A View from Uamh Mhor" in 1990–91. [6] [7]
56°16′35″N 4°07′08″W / 56.276285°N 4.118760°W [4]
The twenty-second we lay in a heather bush on the hillside in Uam Var, within view of a herd of deer, the happiest ten hours of sleep in a fine, breathing sunshine and on bone-dry ground, that I have ever tasted.