Around Heriot-Watt

The dawn chorus is still in full swing. A joyful, chaotic choir of birdsong emanates from the campus’ Central Woodland and lifts my spirits as I begin my walk, striding along a sun-streaked path beneath the clear blue of a pristine spring morning.

There’s a wonderful array of paths and routes on offer through Heriot Watt’s landscaped grounds – the Discovery Trail, the Tree Trail, the Bird Trail, the Heritage Trail - which to choose?

Today, I’m doing a loop within a loop, to take in a selection of the best this local campus has to offer. Starting at Car Park K, I head south, soon coming to an old, whitewashed milestone (reclaimed from the A1 near Dunbar). Turning right here takes me through a grassy area of elegantly curved stone brochs. One of these sits atop a mound and I ascend to stand there a while, taking in the songs of chiff chaff, chaffinch and thrush, which echo from the woods through air thick with the heady scent of hawthorn.

At the halls of residence buildings, I bear left, entering the wood and passing beneath a canopy of lime-green new leaves. Wild garlic is in abundance, each flowerhead an umbrella of delicate white star-like blooms. One clump is situated by some railings, a little way beyond which stand a neat array of gravestones. This peaceful spot is small burial ground once used by the Gibson-Craig family who, for centuries, owned the estate. The Heritage Trail and Tree Trail coincide here and lead me past a splendid array of specimens, from Mountain Hemlock of North America to Sawara Cypress of Japan. It’s a squirrel paradise; I watch one pair engaged in a spiral chase up a nearby trunk, the leader gripping a sprig of foliage between its teeth.

I emerge at the south-west corner of The Lawn, once overlooked by Riccarton House (now the site of the University Library). Here, a blackcap sings its twisting, turning song from the top of a large holly. Going past the library, I come to what was the fire pond for the old house, now home to an industrious moorhen who is busy adding material to its nest island. Enormous sequoiadendron, the giant redwoods - nature’s skyscrapers - stand sentinel here, their silent strength lending and air of calm as I pass beneath an elevated corridor to reach The Loch.

The centrepiece of the campus, The Loch is a beautifully landscaped oasis. Majestic trees and benevolent blue skies are reflected in its gently rippled surface. The sharp, high-pitched cry of a coot rings out from near a tree-topped island while a heron hunches on the far bank, watching as mallards dabble. Crossing the bridge at the eastern end, I stop by the shore as a family of Canada geese paddle over. They are remarkably bold and even seem keen to show off their brood – two adorable golden, fluffy goslings.

From here I cut diagonally across the grass, down some steps, and back beneath the elevated walkway, following signs for the chaplaincy. I turn left, then right to bring me back to The Lawn and trace its north and western edge. I’m back at the library now, but this time turn with my back to it and head west. On the right are tall oaks and Scots pine, their tops a cacophony of caw-ing from the resident rookery. Turning left at another halls of residence building, I cross the road (The Freeway) and strike out towards West Gait and the edge of the campus.

Now a chance to really stretch the legs. Just before reaching Curriehill Road, I turn left and follow a wooded path uphill and round the perimeter of the campus. The cool shade of the trees is welcome as the sun arcs higher. It’s also a chance to savour the joys of the late spring wood. Fragrant carpets of bluebells nod demurely as I pass. Two young woodpigeons cause a commotion in the branches high overhead, testing their wings on their nest. After some effort one fledges successfully, making off through the trees, wind whistling in its wings.

Shouts from a football match signal that I’m passing the Oriam. I round the back of the building and pass the car park which bustles with weekend sports club drop-offs. I cross the Avenue to walk alongside Boundary Road East, continuing on the verdant Hermiston Walk. To my right is woodland again, dense with rhododenron, holly, laburnum and oak. The gentle trickle of a small stream is my relaxing soundtrack. I then turn left to walk the length of the campus on Research Avenue North, the way lined with young lime trees, as willow warblers’ laid-back calls drift across the fields.

Just before a ‘Road closed’ sign, I turn onto a path which takes me to the north edge of the estate, following a wooded route parallel to the A71. In the shade, trunks of young rowan, beech and cherry are spotted with prettily patterned snails. Finally, the path turns parallel to Currhiehill Road again and, on reaching Boundary Road North, I turn left, back into the campus, following a pleasant, pine-lined forest path to arrive back at the brochs, and my starting point.

A university’s campus is in many ways a miniature community - a world within a world. In the way Heriot-Watt have woven the natural fabric of the estate into theirs, I feel I’ve found many little worlds here today. Why not see which of them you can uncover?

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Published in Konect June 2025

Author: William Weir

All photos by William Weir