It was supposed to be France, in the Ecrin or the Pyrenees this year. But that couldn’t happen for obvious reasons. It was supposed to be in the van, but we have sold it and the new one isn’t converted yet because suddenly every man and his dog want a… Continue reading
“A Mountaineer of a type not found in Scotland today” was the description by no less a mountaineer than the great W H Murray, describing the historical Rob Roy MacGregor. Because Rob of the red hair (Ruadh) could travel for days through the highland mountains when there were no maps,… Continue reading
A DIEM CARPE- D …… (in the secluded glen) Tick tock. Tick, tock. Mr Green’s Munro clock. So as time counts down towards Steve’s “Compleation” date on 5th October, there remain a handful of mountain days to be accomplished. During the August Monsoon period, our thoughts turned to the four… Continue reading
England ! Thy beauties are tame and domestic to one who has roved over mountains afar. Oh, for the crags that are wild and majestic ! The steep frowning glories of dark Lochnagar. So there we we again (the fifth ascent for each of us) on top of… Continue reading
Glen Dessary begins near the tidy tourism of the Caledonian Canal, somewhat north of Fort William past the Commando memorial. Twenty miles to the west, the glen ends at a pass on the edge of some of the most rugged terrain in Britain – the Rough Bounds of Knoydart. The… Continue reading
In praise of Glen Shiel There’s a pub at either end. Connected by a road and a bus service. The north and south sides of the glen are chains of shapely mountain summits, connected by high, narrow ridges with occasional scrambly sections. These provide over 20 miles of high level… Continue reading
As ever the weather window for Scotland was dubious, but despite that Will and I headed North last weekend in the hope that we would find something in condition and the weather Gods would be kind and grant us at least one decent day. We were lucky, Saturday was dismal… Continue reading
The star attraction of our winter midweek special was Loch Ossian. At 1200 feet up in the heart of the Highlands, Ossian lies miles and miles and miles from any public road, in one of the quietest and most remote places in Britain. The Stag Parties here consist of a… Continue reading
A weekend break in a sunny climate ? Why not try the Highlands in mid-November ? You will be able to enjoy cloudless blue skies from dawn till dusk. A 360-degree panorama of famous mountains will look as though you can reach out and touch any of them, in the… Continue reading
Eight in October The trees definitely were in their autumn beauty as we passed up Glen Nevis and beyond the mighty Steall waterfall. Dolly Steve and I headed for Sgurr Coinnich Mor (1095 metres) which lies “back o’ the Ben” and is the western outlier of the great Grey Corries… Continue reading
