Ryvoan bothy, a mountain shelter in the Cairngorms in Scotland, has displayed a copy of this poem for at least 80 years, written by a woman, AM Lawrence, from Cumbria. It came to mind tonight and as it combines trains and mountains, I wanted to share it here too:
I Leave Tonight From Euston
I shall leave tonight from Euston
By the seven-thirty train,
And from Perth in the early morning
I shall see the hills again.
From the top of Ben Macdhui
I shall watch the gathering storm,
And see the crisp snow lying
At the back of Cairngorm.
I shall feel the mist from Bhrotain
and the pass by Lairig Ghru
To look on dark Loch Einich
From the heights of Sgoran Dubh.
From the broken Barns of Bynack
I shall see the sunrise gleam
On the forehead of Ben Rinnes
And Strathspey awake from dream.
And again in the dusk of evening
I shall find once more alone
The dark water of the Green Loch,
And the pass beyond Ryvoan.
For tonight I leave from Euston
And leave the world behind;
Who has the hills as a lover,
Will find them wondrous kind.
More information (PDF):
https://www.mountainbothies.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2022/07/ryvoan.pdf
