This is the Garpol Water ...
Nowadays, the association has its website here, and Brattleburn has its own page here.
The bothy book indicated that it had been visited a couple of days previously. In the winter months, and in bad weather, the bothy provides a welcome refuge for long distance walkers.
(1) The owner had rushed off in haste, leaving these behind.
(2) The owner had abandoned the items in an attempt to lighten their pack.
(3) The owner had been carried off by the Greskine dragon*, known to frequent these parts.
The beanie and gloves were still there when I stopped on my walk out at the same spot for 'afternoon tea'! They came back to Skip with me, and have now been washed and dried. If the owner contacts me, then they can be returned. Otherwise the local charity shop will benefit.
Blue skies are to be savoured in this part of the world. One problem. For the rest of the day I could not get an old campfire song out of my mind. It goes:
"Blue skies above the camping ground,
Blue skies, no better can be found,
Blue skies da da da da da da,
And a nice cup of tea in the morning."
I gave myself a right earworm with that bit of nostalgia, even though I couldn't remember more than the tune and a couple of lines.
* She's called Qailan Baleful, aka Claw the Ghastly. She
Photos © Skip Cottage