To the south lie Loch Hourn and the Knoydart peninsula. To the east and north the big summits of the Five Sisters and behind them the Mullardoch mountains. Out west, we gazed toward Eigg, Rum, and Skye. “The view remains in my mind, as possibly the finest I have ever… Continue reading
Angela must have placed a phone call with Walter Wall. He spread his sunshine continuously across a clear blue sky as we drove 12 km or so up the tiny road into Glen Affric, and then walked another 7km from the roadhead up a side valley and up to the… Continue reading
I recall a wild November day in 1994, the wind blasting us from the northwest, superb views in between heavy hail showers. A treasured memory of two much-valued friends made me keen to join Angela for a return to the Carn Mairg Group in Glen Lyon, Central Highlands. . During… Continue reading
“The four highest places in the Dales ?” “ Umm… Whernside, obvs, and Ingleborough. And, er… Great Summat Whatsit …. and ….” “High Seat “. “Where the heck is that ? “ “Exactly” After nearly a mile across a trackless and steadily rising moor, the ground got steeper. And Steeper.… Continue reading
Five of the Usual Suspects camping at Kinlochleven. (Angela, Steve G Steve M, Dave, and me). Almost like old times. Our objectives were the eastern Mamores, a range sandwiched between Ben Nevis to the north and the Aonach Eagach of Glencoe to the south. Other M words were misty, murky,… Continue reading
Creag Meagaidh requires 880 metres of ascent to the summit. Gairich, (just as another example) 730 metres. But you might benchmark 1000 metres uphill for a typical Highland day. I decided to see how many of those pesky brown lines could be crossed in a moderate day close to York:-… Continue reading
I do not know who Drumald was, or how he got involved in a race. I got involved with Drumaldrace through the reflection that – in normal years – I spend a lot more hill days in the Highlands than the Dales, and so perhaps I ought to fill in… Continue reading
Skiddaw and Blencathra often look like the northern walls of the Lake District. But behind them lies a region of smaller hills, green and rolling, with views across the Solway Firth into Scotland. Longlands Fell – Brae Fell – Great Sca Fell – Knott – Burn Tod – Trusmadoor –… Continue reading
For three hundred and fifty years that I know of, and probably more besides, ancestors of mine lived within sight of Pendle, or not too many miles from the River Ribble. So I can claim a sort of “home turf” around Ribblesdale and its hills, but further north beyond the… Continue reading
The talk in our house has turned to Hair. Yes back in the day, long ago before t’virus when most current Members were in nappies, we all used to have lots of it. And of course, we went to see the musucal “Hair” with its hit song “This is the… Continue reading
