The White Loch, and its smaller sisters the Black Loch and the Red Loch, held a special place in the hearts of Carnwath folk.
Set among the long sinuous ridges of sediment left behind by the glaciers, these moss-tarns were both a workplace and a place for leisure.
An account of 1816 describes how a boy drowned in the White Loch when watering his cattle, despite the efforts of local womenfolk who were bleaching their linen at the loch-side.
With woodland fringing two sides of the loch, it was a pleasant spot for a country picnic and was celebrated in many picture postcards. The loch was well stocked with perch, and in winter it became the perfect curling rink.
The neighbouring Red Loch had more dreary associations, and on occasions, those in despair sought refuge beneath its gloomy waters.
The little Black Loch was progressively drained and is now no more than an area of moss within a wooded plantation.
