Another letter from the soggy North. Two weekends ago Pen and I enjoyed the most terrific day on the Forcan ridge and Faochag ridge and the round of two munros, The Saddle and Sgurr na Sgine at their head. Starting a bit later than we intended we parked on the… Continue reading
The moon still shone, high above Loch Tulla, as we parked by Achallater Farm, a few miles up the road from Bridge of Orchy. The place and time, brought echoes of starting other days here:- for Y-Gulley, Central Gulley, and a few trips up West Gulley. This time, our objective… Continue reading
Bitterly ironic is not how I normally think of Steve M. However he smiled as he photographed me sitting with his dog, and I must wonder whether he was thinking “Should’ve gone to Specsavers !”. Alas, truth will out. We were on the rim of the Monadliath, some 200 square… Continue reading
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
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
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
