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"There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more"
— George Gordon Byron
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The West Highland Way (Scottish Gaelic: Slighe na Gàidhealtachd an Iar) is a linear long distance footpath in Scotland, with the official status of Long Distance Route. It is 154.5 km long, running from Milngavie north of Glasgow to Fort William in the Scottish Highlands, with an element of hill walking in the route. It is managed by the West Highland Way Management Group (WHWMG) consisting of West Dunbartonshire Council, Stirling Council, Argyll & Bute Council, Highland Council and Loch Lomond and The Trossachs National Park Authority. About 80,000 people use the path every year, of whom over 15,000 walk the entire route.
The trail was approved for development in 1974 and was completed and opened on 6 October 1980 by Lord Mansfield so becoming the first officially designated long distance footpath in Scotland. In June 2010, the West Highland Way was co-designated as part of the International Appalachian Trail.
The path uses many ancient roads, including drovers' roads, military roads and old coaching roads, and is traditionally walked from south to north. As well as increasing the sense of adventure, taking the route in this direction keeps the sun from one's eyes.
The route is commonly walked in seven to eight days, although many fitter and more experienced walkers do it in five or six. The route can be covered in considerably less time than this, but a less hurried progress is the choice of the majority of walkers, allowing for appreciation of the countryside along the Way. Enjoyment of the natural surroundings of the walk is the primary motivating factor for many people following the route.
(Wikipedia)
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In April, I solo-hiked on and around the northern part of the famous West Highland Way, starting in Ardlui and finishing in Fort William five days later after a set of detours from the main trail.
The itinerary was as follows: Ardlui -> pass below Ben Lui -> Inveroran -> Kingshouse -> Luibelt ruin -> Fort William.
During the third day, I enjoyed a beautiful though a little bit cold morning in Inveroran, crossed Rannoch Moor, climbed Meall a' Bhùiridh via its pathless southern slopes, and finished my journey in a beautiful river setting in Kingshouse.
Film of Adventure:
Beyond Assynt…
Mention Assynt and the first few things that spring into my mountain brain start with an S! Suilven, Stac Pollaidh and then the mind wanders to the C’s – Cul Beag, Cul Mor , Canisp….
Beyond Assynt lies Sutherland, mountains such as Foinavan and Quinag take centre stage… A fabulous part of the country for sure.. So when flicking through the SMC Corbetts book a few years back I was intrigued by the “other “ mountains in the area. Ben Hee, Beinn Leoid, Glas Bheinn….. My interest was sparked… sometimes the lesser known hills in areas of such mountainous beauty hold their own little secrets – they usually give the best views to the better known hills!! Chrulaiste being my favourite example, although it’s secret has long left the building!
So a short spell of settled weather, in the North West saw me spilling over maps and investigating some nice easy wild camp options. I decided on Glas Bheinn, nice and close the road and giving the potential for some splendid views
Arriving at a small layby around 4pm (the Quinag car park was full!) I set off along a rather damp stalkers path. Soon after cresting a small rise (where Suilven came into view ;)) I decided that it was time to head upwards! Pathless and rocky near the top, I had to watch my footing. Even a drenching from a few showers didn’t quail my excitement…. I was soon making my way around a magnificent Corrie that held Loch a Choire Dheirg. The views here were amazing, and these didn’t even include any mountains – just lochs, lochans and sea – this was going to be a grand place to take photos later…. A short walk to the summit Cairn and the sun came back out, the rays drying away the dampness caused by the earlier rain. There was more good news – lots of flat grassy ground to pitch. Of course I went for a pitch with a view and soon had a porch with Assynt laid out before it!
I love wild camping and I love taking piccies – especially of the sunsets and sunrises. However this is where summer in Scotland ain’t that good – there is only about 4 hrs between the two on top of a mountain at this time of year!! So after watching the sunset around 10.30, I headed off to sleep- for a whole 3.5hrs. I woke at 03.30 and fumbled about the tent! Sunrise was meant to be at 04.30 but by the time I emerged from the tent it was nearer 4 and the sky was already turning an amazing shade over the summit. Cue lots of half a sleep panicking and I ran (well trotted and stumbled) to get to the summit before the light show ended.. Think I just made it – it was amazing as ever….
Feeling pleased with myself I then lazed in the tent with the door open and watched as the rising sun lit up Assynt… What an experience…. By 0530 the sun was up and it was time to head off. I was back in the car for 07.30 so decided on a wee trip past Lochinver and round the coast. An amazing car journey on a twisty road…. I had been so lucky! So much so that I didn’t even mind the 4.5 hr drive home
Side note – with phrases like “watched with the tent door open” I know some of you will be wondering if the local wildlife came to play- well I can say with hand on heart that not one midge visited me whilst on the mountain (it was breezy the night b4 but still in the morning !! – they must have been waiting on my return at the car ;))
There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.
In September 2017, we spent 11 days of hiking and packrafting in the unspoiled wilderness of southern Greenland between the magnificent Tasermiut fjord and the remote settlement of Aappilattoq, searching for beautiful landscapes, moods of solitude, and enjoying a true deep north adventure.
Certainly, we were far from being the first to cross these lands, however we hadn't met anyone during our 10-days hike across the pathless terrain; we just saw a few footsteps of previous adventurers in the sand.
No paths, no huts, no GSM signal, no means of civilization; this is a harsh northern landscape that requires enough stamina, experience, mental strength and patience to be crossed over. For those who don't retreat, however, the experience is very rewarding: a unique mix of isolation, exploration and adventure.
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During the 4th day in the area, we left Klosterdalen valley towards the remote and barren valley of Tupaassat.
“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more”
Film of Adventure:
Beyond Assynt…
Mention Assynt and the first few things that spring into my mountain brain start with an S! Suilven, Stac Pollaidh and then the mind wanders to the C’s – Cul Beag, Cul Mor , Canisp….
Beyond Assynt lies Sutherland, mountains such as Foinavan and Quinag take centre stage… A fabulous part of the country for sure.. So when flicking through the SMC Corbetts book a few years back I was intrigued by the “other “ mountains in the area. Ben Hee, Beinn Leoid, Glas Bheinn….. My interest was sparked… sometimes the lesser known hills in areas of such mountainous beauty hold their own little secrets – they usually give the best views to the better known hills!! Chrulaiste being my favourite example, although it’s secret has long left the building!
So a short spell of settled weather, in the North West saw me spilling over maps and investigating some nice easy wild camp options. I decided on Glas Bheinn, nice and close the road and giving the potential for some splendid views
Arriving at a small layby around 4pm (the Quinag car park was full!) I set off along a rather damp stalkers path. Soon after cresting a small rise (where Suilven came into view ;)) I decided that it was time to head upwards! Pathless and rocky near the top, I had to watch my footing. Even a drenching from a few showers didn’t quail my excitement…. I was soon making my way around a magnificent Corrie that held Loch a Choire Dheirg. The views here were amazing, and these didn’t even include any mountains – just lochs, lochans and sea – this was going to be a grand place to take photos later…. A short walk to the summit Cairn and the sun came back out, the rays drying away the dampness caused by the earlier rain. There was more good news – lots of flat grassy ground to pitch. Of course I went for a pitch with a view and soon had a porch with Assynt laid out before it!
I love wild camping and I love taking piccies – especially of the sunsets and sunrises. However this is where summer in Scotland ain’t that good – there is only about 4 hrs between the two on top of a mountain at this time of year!! So after watching the sunset around 10.30, I headed off to sleep- for a whole 3.5hrs. I woke at 03.30 and fumbled about the tent! Sunrise was meant to be at 04.30 but by the time I emerged from the tent it was nearer 4 and the sky was already turning an amazing shade over the summit. Cue lots of half a sleep panicking and I ran (well trotted and stumbled) to get to the summit before the light show ended.. Think I just made it – it was amazing as ever….
Feeling pleased with myself I then lazed in the tent with the door open and watched as the rising sun lit up Assynt… What an experience…. By 0530 the sun was up and it was time to head off. I was back in the car for 07.30 so decided on a wee trip past Lochinver and round the coast. An amazing car journey on a twisty road…. I had been so lucky! So much so that I didn’t even mind the 4.5 hr drive home
Side note – with phrases like “watched with the tent door open” I know some of you will be wondering if the local wildlife came to play- well I can say with hand on heart that not one midge visited me whilst on the mountain (it was breezy the night b4 but still in the morning !! – they must have been waiting on my return at the car ;))
Vlog here - youtu.be/yW8IgNuMc4A
Killiecrankie to Vrackie
One of my go to mountains is Ben Vrackie and I’ve explored lots of variations from the Moulin side, be it in daylight hours or in the hours of darkness, however I am ashamed to say I have never explored the hill from Killiecrankie. In fact I don’t think I have ever visited Killiecrankie despite driving past it numerous times every month!! What swung it this time was the magnificent display the autumn trees were putting on. On another trip north with work, I was in awe of the colours as I swung onto the dual carriage way, the woodland on the hillside wouldn’t have looked out of place in New Hampshire!
Waking on a drab Sunday morning I switched on the TV to catch the weather and it was suggesting the drabness I was seeing out of the window was soon to change to blue skies and sunshine! Feeling the need to feed the rat, I set about doing some chores in the morning with the plan to head off to Killiecrankie around lunchtime. This I did, and my timing was good with the clouds starting to part as I past Pitlochry and my mountain before taking the right hand turnoff for Killiecrankie! Parking was limited at the visitor centre as many others had obviously had the same idea, although not many were headed where I was going!! The hill walk starts opposite the visitor centre and is just as well sign posted as it is from the Moulin side. Off I strode and the views soon opened out in all directions – the wonderful autumn colours around Killiecrankie were superb and the mountain view of Beinn a Ghlo started to appear as I gained height. I good path takes you over some fields and there are a few styles and dykes to cross on the way up. I reached a junction in the path and as opposed to heading over towards the lochan I took a left as I wanted to head up the subsidiary top of Meall an Daimh. Now if you don’t like heather bashing – then this route is not for you!! The path is ok for about 500m but you need to strike off up hill and at this point it’s a wade through the heather until reaching the top!
One of the main attractions about this route is the solitude that is encountered and I had only met a few other walkers on the path up from Killiecrankie. As I headed for Meall an Daimh, I wasn’t expecting to see another soul, but nearing the summit I was surprised to see a couple of walkers making their way down towards me. As they approached I immediately recognised them as regular contributors to the walkhighlands forum, it was Weaselmaster and Sick kid – great to meet you both!! After a nice chat we set off on our ways , hope you got home ok folks.
On reaching the top of Meall an Daimh the heather shortened and the grass took over. The views were amazing, Beinn a Ghlo and the other Perthshire hills looked absolutely brilliant with the lovely blue skies over head. It was a superb autumnal day and after taking an hour or so to enjoy the solitude on the minor summit I soon set about striding to the summit of Ben Vrackie, which wasn’t so quiet! Understandably so, many people had taken the opportunity to hike in this glorious autumn weather! A little drink and bite to eat on Vrackies summit and I started to descend over pathless ground towards Killiecrankie again. The sun the starting to lower and the rays of light hitting the Perthshire Landscapes was grand. I was soon on the path and heading back to Killiecrankie. I still had about an hour of light left and decided to head down to explore the soldiers leap. It was amazing, the colours in the woodland were perfect and the crowds had dispersed by this time. There is a real feeling of history here and after reading a little about the history ,it was nice to visit a small part of were these battles had occurred. I’ve decided I will be coming back next Autumn to spend more time in the lowlands to see where Bonnie Dundee
The West Highland Way (Scottish Gaelic: Slighe na Gàidhealtachd an Iar) is a linear long distance footpath in Scotland, with the official status of Long Distance Route. It is 154.5 km long, running from Milngavie north of Glasgow to Fort William in the Scottish Highlands, with an element of hill walking in the route. It is managed by the West Highland Way Management Group (WHWMG) consisting of West Dunbartonshire Council, Stirling Council, Argyll & Bute Council, Highland Council and Loch Lomond and The Trossachs National Park Authority. About 80,000 people use the path every year, of whom over 15,000 walk the entire route.
The trail was approved for development in 1974 and was completed and opened on 6 October 1980 by Lord Mansfield so becoming the first officially designated long distance footpath in Scotland. In June 2010, the West Highland Way was co-designated as part of the International Appalachian Trail.
The path uses many ancient roads, including drovers' roads, military roads and old coaching roads, and is traditionally walked from south to north. As well as increasing the sense of adventure, taking the route in this direction keeps the sun from one's eyes.
The route is commonly walked in seven to eight days, although many fitter and more experienced walkers do it in five or six. The route can be covered in considerably less time than this, but a less hurried progress is the choice of the majority of walkers, allowing for appreciation of the countryside along the Way. Enjoyment of the natural surroundings of the walk is the primary motivating factor for many people following the route.
(Wikipedia)
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In April, I solo-hiked on and around the northern part of the famous West Highland Way, starting in Ardlui and finishing in Fort William five days later after a set of detours from the main trail.
The itinerary was as follows: Ardlui -> pass below Ben Lui -> Inveroran -> Kingshouse -> Luibelt ruin -> Fort William.
During the fifth (and last) day, I hiked on pathless grassland from the Luibelt ruin through the valley below Ben Nevis to Fort William.
“There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.” ~ Lord Byron
In September 2017, we spent 11 days of hiking and packrafting in the unspoiled wilderness of southern Greenland between the magnificent Tasermiut fjord and the remote settlement of Aappilattoq, searching for beautiful landscapes, moods of solitude, and enjoying a true deep north adventure.
Certainly, we were far from being the first to cross these lands, however we hadn't met anyone during our 10-days hike across the pathless terrain; we just saw a few footsteps of previous adventurers in the sand.
No paths, no huts, no GSM signal, no means of civilization; this is a harsh northern landscape that requires enough stamina, experience, mental strength and patience to be crossed over. For those who don't retreat, however, the experience is very rewarding: a unique mix of isolation, exploration and adventure.
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The logistics in Southern Greenland takes time; we had to travel from Narsarsuaq to Nanortalik for five hours as part of Disko Line's regular weekly boat connection.
Video of adventure
Bac an Eich
Last winter started so well with large snowfall in late November, and I remember thinking that it was a good omen for the season ahead. How wrong was I! Through December and right until March, mild air dominated the scene across Scotland. Frosts were rare and when winter did decided to show its hand on a selective few weekends , I seemed to have commitments keeping me from the hills!
So when this winter started the same way, with a dump of snow in November, I wasn’t getting lulled into a false sense of security! Every time I have seen wintery weather on the way I have done my best to get out at the weekend! So far so good, I’ve had some amazing days already this winter and its only mid-January as I write this… So this weekend a small weather window opened up with more snow the previous day and a blue sky forecast for the morning before an approaching weather front arrived for late afternoon.
Today I was back on my mission to get some more Corbetts done – this bagging comes and goes , sometimes I feel the need for new summits and other times I couldn’t care less and head off to Glencoe (again ;)). The problem arises when bagging hills is the point comes when all the hills within a reasonable drive have been bagged!! Lol. This has been the case for me for a wee while and today I was headed for Strathconon – a round trip of over 300 miles – with the final 20 miles or so being a torturous drive along the twisty glen road – limiting speed to walking pace !! lol As the forecast was deteriorating and the fact that I didn’t leave too early (a rare treat for me!) I chose to ascend the hill via the North West ridge giving a relatively short day. The other benefit from this approach is a large car park at the western end of the loch and not abandoning the car at Inverchoran where car parking is limited.
Driving past Milton and the skies were blue and I got the first glimpse of today’s peak. It was striking, the white top against a blue sky and some mists lingering in the glen, anticipation was growing. Last year I had been here, heading up a brace of Corbetts just past Milton and these two looked very tempting as they towered over the glen! However I continued on into the mist and soon found myself driving past the mirror like Loch Beannacharain.
Parking up and I quickly set about getting my gear together and setting off. The car park was empty and I never saw a soul the whole day!
The first part of the walk was the most treacherous – the tarred road had a verglas layer and I almost went head over heal before I even started!!
However I soon left this behind and made my way past the small cottages and estate houses being watched all the time by about a million deer and also a few highland coos! Crossing the bridge I was soon at the start of the ascent at the ruins of Corriefeol. I wasn’t sure if this would be a pathless ascent (as a lot of Corbetts are) however I soon discovered an old stalkers path which made its way up Creag Achadh an Eas. It zig zagged up the southern flank of the ravine and a couple of wooden posts have handily been placed to mark the crossing point for getting over the ravine. Beyond this an area of moor/bog is crossed before the steep climb onto the ridge starts. I was lucky as the ground was frozen but can imagine this part to require gaiters at other times of the year!!
The views were now opening up behind me, with the north west highlands looking sublime under the white coat. The Fannichs appeared to the north whilst the majestic peaks of Torridon were dominating the western horizon.
I had to stop and get the crampons on and axe out now, as the ground steepened to gain north west ridge. Some good areas of neve gave nice purchase but in some steeper sections the snow turned to a chosy. Crumbly mix! Had to be careful! At this point I still hadn’t seen the sun, although the moon was rising over Meall Buidhe. As I gained the ridge the sun hit my face and it’s amazing the psychological uplift this can give. I was soon striding along the top taking in all the snowy peaks – fantastic Here the snow was fresh and perhaps the snowshoes (left them in the car!) may have helped. I wasn’t caring as this as grand, only a slight breeze and lovely views
A halo round the sun was a good indicator of approaching weather and as I turned to have a look back out west I could see that the cloud was coming in with the Torridon Hills now having a cloud cap. Time to get cracking!!! The breeze was also picking up and by the time I reached the summit its effects were being felt!! A few snaps and I was soon retreating down the hill back the way I came! The blue skies were now retreating to the eastern horizon as the grey filled in from the west. Back down and the vast lands between this area and Achnasheen/Kinlochewe looked remoteand loney. This glen doesn’t see too many visitors I think and certainly hill goers may frequent its southerly neighbours more often to bag the Munros. This maybe a good thing, Strathfarrer, Affric and Mullardoch are amazing places and maybe have their place in keeping Strathconon a little more secretive;) A grand place, and especially in these conditions ….
Today, I caught the train from Carlisle (where I live) to Dent (the highest mainline station in England) and walked to Ribblehead via Whernside (Yorkshire’s highest peak).
I was quite nervous beforehand, because this is the first walk that I have ever done alone, without my dad, considering the remoteness of this area. I also opted for the desolate, pathless ascent of Whernside via Blake Beck Force and Whernside Tarns, instead of the larger track.
However, I really enjoyed it and it has given me an extra confidence boost in doing things alone. It also proves that I can read a map properly (which my dad thinks I can’t do).
This shot was taken near the end of the walk, just before the rain arrived. I just loved the dramatic sky, so had to get my camera out for this final shot. I have got loads more from the walk, so check back soon.......
The legendary 85km South Coast Track negotiates the lonesome coastline of Southwest National Park, Tasmania, with nothing between the coast and Antarctica but thundering ocean waves.
The trek crosses two mountain ranges to avoid sections of impassable coastline and long sections of open plains behind the coastline; it only follows the coast where there are (splendid) beaches.
Local experienced bushwalkers rate South Coast Track as "moderate", leaving some space on their grading scale for pathless rambling across wild Tasmania; for an average hiker, though, this trek may well belong to the more difficult ones, especially in adverse weather.
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After three years, I was fortunate enough to return to Tasmania, literally across the globe and 10 time zones; four flights were needed to get from winter Prague to early summer in Hobart.
Hiking the iconic South Coast Track was stunningly beautiful. That sense of remoteness and unspoiled wilderness... each day was different, and all the seven days spent on tackling the South Coast Track contributed to an unforgettable experience in this very unique landscape located on the other side of the Earth.
In September 2017, we spent 11 days of hiking and packrafting in the unspoiled wilderness of southern Greenland between the magnificent Tasermiut fjord and the remote settlement of Aappilattoq, searching for beautiful landscapes, moods of solitude, and enjoying a true deep north adventure.
Certainly, we were far from being the first to cross these lands, however we hadn't met anyone during our 10-days hike across the pathless terrain; we just saw a few footsteps of previous adventurers in the sand.
No paths, no huts, no GSM signal, no means of civilization; this is a harsh northern landscape that requires enough stamina, experience, mental strength and patience to be crossed over. For those who don't retreat, however, the experience is very rewarding: a unique mix of isolation, exploration and adventure.
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The logistics in Southern Greenland takes time; we had to travel from Narsarsuaq to Nanortalik for five hours as part of Disko Line's regular weekly boat connection.
“There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.” ~ Lord Byron
The legendary 85km South Coast Track negotiates the lonesome coastline of Southwest National Park, Tasmania, with nothing between the coast and Antarctica but thundering ocean waves.
The trek crosses two mountain ranges to avoid sections of impassable coastline and long sections of open plains behind the coastline; it only follows the coast where there are (splendid) beaches.
Local experienced bushwalkers rate South Coast Track as "moderate", leaving some space on their grading scale for pathless rambling across wild Tasmania; for an average hiker, though, this trek may well belong to the more difficult ones, especially in adverse weather.
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After three years, I was fortunate enough to return to Tasmania, literally across the globe and 10 time zones; four flights were needed to get from winter Prague to early summer in Hobart.
Hiking the iconic South Coast Track was stunningly beautiful. That sense of remoteness and unspoiled wilderness... each day was different, and all the seven days spent on tackling the South Coast Track contributed to an unforgettable experience in this very unique landscape located on the other side of the Earth.
The West Highland Way (Scottish Gaelic: Slighe na Gàidhealtachd an Iar) is a linear long distance footpath in Scotland, with the official status of Long Distance Route. It is 154.5 km long, running from Milngavie north of Glasgow to Fort William in the Scottish Highlands, with an element of hill walking in the route. It is managed by the West Highland Way Management Group (WHWMG) consisting of West Dunbartonshire Council, Stirling Council, Argyll & Bute Council, Highland Council and Loch Lomond and The Trossachs National Park Authority. About 80,000 people use the path every year, of whom over 15,000 walk the entire route.
The trail was approved for development in 1974 and was completed and opened on 6 October 1980 by Lord Mansfield so becoming the first officially designated long distance footpath in Scotland. In June 2010, the West Highland Way was co-designated as part of the International Appalachian Trail.
The path uses many ancient roads, including drovers' roads, military roads and old coaching roads, and is traditionally walked from south to north. As well as increasing the sense of adventure, taking the route in this direction keeps the sun from one's eyes.
The route is commonly walked in seven to eight days, although many fitter and more experienced walkers do it in five or six. The route can be covered in considerably less time than this, but a less hurried progress is the choice of the majority of walkers, allowing for appreciation of the countryside along the Way. Enjoyment of the natural surroundings of the walk is the primary motivating factor for many people following the route.
(Wikipedia)
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In April, I solo-hiked on and around the northern part of the famous West Highland Way, starting in Ardlui and finishing in Fort William five days later after a set of detours from the main trail.
The itinerary was as follows: Ardlui -> pass below Ben Lui -> Inveroran -> Kingshouse -> Luibelt ruin -> Fort William.
During the third day, I enjoyed a beautiful though a little bit cold morning in Inveroran, crossed Rannoch Moor, climbed Meall a' Bhùiridh via its pathless southern slopes, and finished my journey in a beautiful river setting in Kingshouse.
"There is pleasure in the pathless woods,
there is rapture on the lonely shore,
there is society where none intrudes,
by the deep sea and the music in its roar;
I love not man the less, but Nature more..."
-- Lord Byron
video of fun :
Meall Uaine
After a stressful start to the year, we decided to treat ourselves to a weekend beak. Log cabin booked and off we set after work on Friday up the A93 toward Blair. A short drive and we arrived at our lodgings for the weekend. Located above The Spittal of Glenshee we were all super impressed! Views up Glenshee towards the ski centre and up Glen Lochsie as well as back down Glenshee, I really didn’t need to leave the lodge to get some nice photos!
However, curiosity got the better of me and I was soon looking at the map and what hills could be scaled near bye! The usual suspects (i.e. Munros and Corbetts) had been walked on numerous occasions and I immediately noticed that the Cateran Trail ran along the side of the lodge. In fact the hill that the lodge was situated on looked inviting – Meall Uaine. More research followed and I discovered that Meall Uaine was listed in the original Corbetts list. However in the 80’s it was realised that it didn’t quite make Corbett status as the 500ft drop wasn’t quite 500ft!, and in fact there were no drops sufficient to meet this criteria between here and Glas Tulaichean (around 10km away along the ridge)!
So as the rain fell on the Friday night I hatched a plan to rise early and try and catch a sunrise, and be back before the family had risen!! After a few beers I had a one final glimpse outside and to my delight, I noticed the hills were white from about 600m, winter had returned with May only a few days away.
A comfortable sleep and I was up at 4am, with the first signs of dawn starting to light up the surroundings. Coffee and porridge devoured and I was soon heading up the Cateran trail. After a few hundred yards I decided to make a beeline for Mealle Uaine – the ground was frozen so the pathless, and probably usually boggy ground was fine to crunch across. The clear skies that had welcomed me on leaving the lodge were now being filled with mid level cloud unfortunately. However the increasing white terrain underfoot was putting a big smile on my face As I gained height the Perthshire hills started to emerge and were looking fine with their fresh white coatings. Although a bright sunrise failed to develop it was still a lovely soft light that started to illuminate the landscape. Dapples of light started to break through and Beinn a’ Ghlo caught some of these rays. The true summit was a short walk from the NW top and I was soon enjoying views across Scotland. Down in Glenshee the green spring foliage was being light up by the odd burst of light but it felt like a different world up on the cold monochrome tops.
After soaking in the views for half an hour I decided to head back – it hadn’t turned 7 am yet! I had the ideal treat waiting for me at the lodge too after the cold on the tops (see end of video!!) ;)
Film of Adventure:
Beyond Assynt…
Mention Assynt and the first few things that spring into my mountain brain start with an S! Suilven, Stac Pollaidh and then the mind wanders to the C’s – Cul Beag, Cul Mor , Canisp….
Beyond Assynt lies Sutherland, mountains such as Foinavan and Quinag take centre stage… A fabulous part of the country for sure.. So when flicking through the SMC Corbetts book a few years back I was intrigued by the “other “ mountains in the area. Ben Hee, Beinn Leoid, Glas Bheinn….. My interest was sparked… sometimes the lesser known hills in areas of such mountainous beauty hold their own little secrets – they usually give the best views to the better known hills!! Chrulaiste being my favourite example, although it’s secret has long left the building!
So a short spell of settled weather, in the North West saw me spilling over maps and investigating some nice easy wild camp options. I decided on Glas Bheinn, nice and close the road and giving the potential for some splendid views
Arriving at a small layby around 4pm (the Quinag car park was full!) I set off along a rather damp stalkers path. Soon after cresting a small rise (where Suilven came into view ;)) I decided that it was time to head upwards! Pathless and rocky near the top, I had to watch my footing. Even a drenching from a few showers didn’t quail my excitement…. I was soon making my way around a magnificent Corrie that held Loch a Choire Dheirg. The views here were amazing, and these didn’t even include any mountains – just lochs, lochans and sea – this was going to be a grand place to take photos later…. A short walk to the summit Cairn and the sun came back out, the rays drying away the dampness caused by the earlier rain. There was more good news – lots of flat grassy ground to pitch. Of course I went for a pitch with a view and soon had a porch with Assynt laid out before it!
I love wild camping and I love taking piccies – especially of the sunsets and sunrises. However this is where summer in Scotland ain’t that good – there is only about 4 hrs between the two on top of a mountain at this time of year!! So after watching the sunset around 10.30, I headed off to sleep- for a whole 3.5hrs. I woke at 03.30 and fumbled about the tent! Sunrise was meant to be at 04.30 but by the time I emerged from the tent it was nearer 4 and the sky was already turning an amazing shade over the summit. Cue lots of half a sleep panicking and I ran (well trotted and stumbled) to get to the summit before the light show ended.. Think I just made it – it was amazing as ever….
Feeling pleased with myself I then lazed in the tent with the door open and watched as the rising sun lit up Assynt… What an experience…. By 0530 the sun was up and it was time to head off. I was back in the car for 07.30 so decided on a wee trip past Lochinver and round the coast. An amazing car journey on a twisty road…. I had been so lucky! So much so that I didn’t even mind the 4.5 hr drive home
Side note – with phrases like “watched with the tent door open” I know some of you will be wondering if the local wildlife came to play- well I can say with hand on heart that not one midge visited me whilst on the mountain (it was breezy the night b4 but still in the morning !! – they must have been waiting on my return at the car ;))
On the descent from Beinn Ghobhlach strong winds made the walking on that steep pathless terrain somewhat difficult, though fun. The view down to Little Loch Broom were fantastic!
Sometimes you can't see the wood for the trees ...
... and sometimes you can't even see the trees ...
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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
there is rapture on the lonely shore,
there is society, where none intrudes,
by the deep sea, and music in its roar,
i love not man the less, but nature more.. - Lord byron
DonT Missed..
Location : Captured from Santi-stupa,Leh,Himalaya,IND
Processing details : RAW to JPG + 9 frames Horizontally stitched + Normal leveling..thts it..
Shanti Stupa of Ladakh is located on the hilltop at Changspa. It can be reached quite easily from the Fort Road. The Stupa was constructed by a Japanese Buddhist organization, known as 'The Japanese for World Peace'. The aim behind the construction of the stupa was to commemorate 2500 years of Buddhism and to promote World Peace. His Holiness, the Dalai Lama inaugurated the Shanti Stupa in the year 1985.
A magnificent white-domed structure, the Shanti Stupa of Leh Ladakh offers spectacular views of the sunrise and sunset. The stupa looks best at night, when it is beautifully illuminated with glittering lights...
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Film - youtu.be/1FmWtuiSd3Q
After a ten day holiday with the kids , it was back to school for them on Tuesday and as always after six weeks of changeable weather, the weather gods decided that summer was to return as they headed back into their new classes for the first term
I had child cover on the Monday and a chance to use my last day of annual leave in the hills, but where to go? The forecasted Summer conditions were coming, but no one was sure whether it would arrive Sunday, Monday or first day back Tuesday!!
I left my decision late to give me the best chance on getting a location with nice weather and decided on heading to Glen Carron. I had been up Sgurr Ruadh and Beinn Liath Mor a few years ago and left out Fuar Tholl, hoping to return and climb it. However I hadn’t planned on the route that I eventually took. My finally look at the weather was suggesting the cloud would clear but not until the Monday so I wanted to stay out and enjoy this and head up a hill through Monday. The decision was made- a wild camp on Fual Tholls Summit then An Ruadh Stac for the Monday. This involved taking the well-travelled path to Tholls summit and I knew it would be on pathless terrain, but would enable me to drop down to the Fion-abhainn the next day and head up An Ruadh Stac…..
I said my good byes and left my route card with the wife and headed onto the A9. It was around 1pm on Sunday and the road was busy as usual. I eventually got to Coulags around the back of 4 and was on my way. Lots of work being carried out in the lower section of the Glen but I was soon past this and feel optimistic. An Ruadh Stac was clear of cloud and as Fuar Tholl is roughly the same height, I felt confident I would be getting some views once I reached the top. With camera equipment weighing just about the same as the camping gear (I finally weighed my kit!!!) progress was slow, but that was ok – no rush – until the midge came that was……
My hopes for a summit camp with expansive panoramas were dashed as I finally made the summit. The clag was in and as much as I willed it away– it just didn’t budge!! No sunsets and a rather cold evening on the summit!!!
I set the alarm for just before sunset but when I popped my head out it seemed the clag was still in. Problem was my porch was facing west! 20 minutes later when nature called, I realised the views to the east were clear and soon the clag was quickly dissipating! The views were worth the gamble, absolutely superb, it was going to be a good day!
After lots of videoing I packed up and headed for An Ruadh Stac. The descent needed care, especially with a third of my body weight on my back! The views were getting better and better and the blue skies to the east were slowly eating away the remaining western clouds….
Made my way for the fork in the path and was soon standing on the nice even ground of the path! I dumped most of my kit and took essentials in a small rucksack as I started the ascent to An Ruadh Stac. I must admit his felt awesome after the weight of the camping/camera gear on the pathless terrain. The sun was now in control and blue skies reined above! Almost felt like I was hiking on the content as I strode along the white quartzite path, the sun reflecting up off the rock. On reaching the Bealach the view to this Corbett and its surroundings was amazing, one of the best views in my opinion. The blue lochan shimmered whilst An Ruadg Stac shone white high above. The hike up didn’t disappoint either with minor scrambling and lot (and lots) of rock! It got even better at the top as the views opened up. Taking top spot was Beinn Damh which looked spectacular as did Maol Chean Dearg which took up more of the horizon slightly to the SE. The wind was up but it was a warm wind (not often said here!!). After lots of photo taking I was soon descending and a long walk back was followed by an even longed drive. However all worth it and I may even go as far as saying that An Ruadh Stac may be one of the finest mountains I’ve visited
Film - youtu.be/F0p3tWrcBpc
The Achlaise Loop – A Blackmount Photography hike!
Drive along the A82 towards Glencoe and at any time of the year and in any weather, you will hit a piece of road that has numerous photographers standing and waiting with their tripods! The stretch of road I am referring to is just before reaching Glencoe from the south where it crosses the infamous Rannoch Moor, the views here from the road side are stupendous and photographers flock here (and rightly so) to capture reflections of the Blackmount or the endless expanse of Rannoch Moor to the east.
I’ve driven past this spot many times and have stopped at Loch Ba myself to snap the early morning mists rolling over the Am Monadh Dubh. However, Munros and Corbetts aside, I have never ventured into this area to explore it a little further. The fearsome reputation of Rannoch Moor is legendary with hidden bogs and deep peat lochans ready to swallow you up. This maybe another reason I have steered clear! Well after this week’s return to winter I decided I would remove this trip from the tick list. Snow had fallen for three days prior to the weekend but the winds on the high tops were forecast to remain relatively high and this was the excuse for me to try out my route – “The Loop of Achlaise”. I had done a bit of research on the web but couldn’t really find any information on this loop. My plan was to link the four 500m peaks that surround Lochan na h-Achlaise, starting with an ascent of Glas Bheinn to capture the sunrise.
Sunrise was at 08.39 so the alarm was set for 5am and I was out hiking by the back of seven. I suspected that I would be on pathless ground until I reached the WHW, and from the off this was the case. A slight hiccup saw me returning to the car after only 5 minutes walking, to pick up the cameras I had forgotten (seeing as I was wanting to explore other viewpoints and photography angles of the Blackmount) this may have been rather annoying had I realised further from the car!! Second start and within 10 minutes I had already been floored twice by ”The Swamp”! This snow was fab and had blanketed the landscape, but it soon became obvious that in the days preceding the snow, the weather hadn’t been at freezing point! Thus the snow covered unfrozen ground, insulating it from the subsequent frosts and this led to rather treacherous underfoot conditions. Focus was now on my feet. “The Swamp” was in charge and I hadn’t even stepped foot on Rannoch Moor yet!! I was beginning to think this may be a tougher day out than the ascent and length indicated! Windless when I left the car, the marked increase in wind was noticeable as I reached the summit of Glas Bheinn. Unprotected from the moor the Northerly swept across Rannoch’s lochs and burst onto the summit. Undeterred I set about getting my camera gear out and it didn’t take long for my fingers to numb! However I was treated to a grand dawn and sunrise, with the first light hitting the Blackmount and turning the summit ridges pink – it was perfect and worth the numb fingers!!
Photos taken I then started to think about the hike again. I had spent 1.5 hrs on the summit and time was marching on. I headed back down the hill, skirting the forest and managed to avoid the hidden dangers (one bog pool revealed itself and lets just say it wasn’t shallow! Vegetation was key as I picked my way around flat snowy patches which had hidden dangers lurking beneath!
I crossed the A82 and headed for a telecoms station before striking uphill towards summit two – The Mon. I was still taking my time as the snow was soft and the ground pathless (not to mention the views – that were stunning and also hindering my progress!). However I eventually reached the summit, and the views – in all directions – were fabulous. Loch Tulla stretched out to the SW and Rannoch Moor with its Lochans dominated the Eastern horizon. The Blackmount also look great and this also gave me a different aspect from what I was used to. A couple of summit cairns and I then noticed another – this time it was a memorial to a fallen climber who passed in 1962, a poignant reminder that this landscape can be cruel and must be respected. The views from this memorial were amazing.
On to objective number three – Meall Beag. I dropped down to the Bealach and found a sheltered boulder to have my first food break. The solitude was intense, a Saturday with fine weather after a cold snap, not many hills would offer this magnitude of wilderness so close to the A82. With food in my belly, the hike up Meall Beag wasn’t too bad and I soon found myself on another top, dumb founded by the views but also back into the whistling northerly!
The next part of the adventure was the part that was going to require the most concentration – Crossing Rannoch Moor to find The West Highland Way. Map and compass out. Although the clarity was crystal and no clag was in, I need to dog leg around a water course and a number of lochans marked on the map. From the high point of the summit, I could see where these should be, but the snow hid them. Wary of what lies beneath, I proceeded with extra caution as I dropped in to The Swamp proper! As earlier, the drop in height also meant a (significant) drop in wind speed. I got to my first waypoint, took another bearing and started to head towards the WHW. The weather conditions were now superb. Blue skies and no wind and it felt Alpine with the rising Blackmount ahead. I spotted a Drumlin rising from The Swamp and headed for its summit. Once there I stopped again and spent an hour basking in the sunshine and taking photos – doesn’t get better than this. Absolute solitude with stunning scenery with the weather gods smiling down – the sunglasses even made an appearance!!!
Eventually I dragged myself away and picked my way through the last of The Swamp. The WHW was a welcome sight after all my bog trotting! I headed past Ba Bridge until I reached the ruin of Ba Cottage. Originally I planned on taking the track marked on the map from here back to the road; however the weather was so good I decided on completing the four hills and headed up Beinn Chaorach. I was knackered and must admit to not enjoying the swamp fest between the WHW and the summit. I thought I had left The Swamp behind but the summit plateaux was just as bad if not worse than what I had experienced previously in the da. Added to the fact that I hadn’t eaten in hours, I felt relieved when I slumped on the summit. It was now 14.30, and I needed to be home before 18.00 for family commitments. Cue my emergency supply of wine gums. These were devoured and the sugar rush saw me with a spring in my step as I headed toward the A82. The sun was now threatening to fall behind Stob a Choire Odhair but its lower rays lit up the watery landscape revealing strings of Gold that ran through The Swamp below me- a fine sight! Soon I was padding back along the A82 – just in time for sunset – so along with all those photographers that I passed I managed to snap the iconic view to the Blackmount too. Reflections galore as the skies changed colour for the final time before darkness fell. Back to the car and back home – in the nick of time!!
You know it’s been a long day with a heavy pack when you are in pain holding the steering wheel and changing gears!!! The hardest and toughest outing for some time….. Neve under estimate “The Loop of Achlaise”!!
The former parish church of Mary of Mount Carmel is a Syrian Orthodox church in the 10th district of Vienna, Favoriten, on Stefan-Fadinger Square. The church was a Roman Catholic parish church from 1937 to 2015, and additionally until 2003 a Carmelite church and the home church of the Philippine community of Vienna.
History
In 1886, the first Carmelites came from the New World to Austria, where they first worked until 1922 in Maria Taferl (Lower Austria). From there they founded the monasteries of Zedlitzdorf in Carinthia and Kirchwiedern/Kostelní Vydří in Moravia. In 1904, the Order was called to Vienna, and from 1906 onwards it was active in the Ottakring Villa District (16th district of Vienna), until 1915, after protracted negotiations, the ground on today's Stefan-Fadinger Square for the construction of a church could be purchased. This wooden emergency church, built in the then still pathless wilderness was consecrated on the 8th of September 1916 in honor of the Mother of the Holy Scapular, but fell already on 2 January 1928 victim to a fire. Only the monastery built some years before was largely saved. When a new building became necessary due to these circumstances, architect Hans Prutscher planned it according to the American model as a lower and upper church. The former one was quickly completed and could already be consecrated on 22 December 1929.
Among the tasks of the religious men working there was, among other things, the spiritual welfare in the Triester Hospital and the blessing of the dead at the Central Cemetery, far away from the church. During this time, P. Telephorus Hardt played a leading role, presiding for many years as a prior the Viennese convent of the Carmelites. In this context, he became the first priest of the newly created parish - as on 1 January 1937 the elevation to the parish church took place. At that time, only the steel skeleton placed above the lower church indicated the upper church to be built, which could not be consecrated before August 30, 1942 by Cardinal Innitzer. After the National Socialist rulers had forbidden and dissolved all the associations of the Church, the lower church served as an air-raid shelter. On February 21, 1945, the church fell victim to a bomb attack whereby 140 people were killed.
In August 2003, the Carmelite convent was dissolved - the Order handed over the pastoral care to the Archdiocese of Vienna, but remained the owner of the parish buildings. The Archdiocese subsequently brought the Viennese Philippine community to Maria Karmel. In September 2014, the Carmelite Order sold the church and monastery to the Syrian Orthodox Church of Antioch. The existing Catholic parish was dissolved on 1 January 2015. The Catholic community had to integrate into the parish of Sts. Apostles with which the parish was fused. In the course of the year 2015, there were further mergers, so that the new parish of Christ on the Wienerberg was formed from four former parishes.
Reconstruction and Equipment
The after the end of the war started reconstruction after the restoration of the dome and roof in 1951 led to the consecration of the lower church. The erection of the upper church and the tower began in 1957 and was carried out according to plans by Helene Koller-Buchwieser. This work was completed on 22 June 1958, after which the church could be consecrated by Archbishop Franz Jachym. The consecration of the church to the title of the Most Blessed Virgin Mary from Mount Carmel was made after the completion of the altar on April 8, 1962.
In 1965, the church windows were renewed and the construction of the bell tower began in the autumn of the same year. On 7th November the blessing of the tower cross was held, and the reconstruction of the church was completed on 15 May 1966.
In 1966, the presbytery was redesigned for liturgical reasons and updated again in 1996.
Organ of the upper church
In the spring of 1964 an organ of the company Walcker was set up. The slider chest instrument has 18 registers on two manuals and pedal. The key and stop actions are mechanical.
I Head C-g3
1. Praestant 8'
2. Pipe flute 8'
3. Octave 4'
4. Recorder 4'
5. Forest Flute 2'
6. Mixtur V 11/3'
7. Scharff IV 1'
8. Trumpet (horizontal) 8'
II Breast Threshold C-g3
9. Covered 8'
10. Rohrflöte 4'
11. Octave 2'
12. Sesquialter II 22/3'
13. Cymbals III 1/2'
Tremulant
Pedalwork C-f1
14. Subbass 16'
15. principle Albass 8'
16. Covered 8'
17. Gemshorn 4'
18. Bassoon 16'
Coupling: II / I, I / P, II / P
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Late afternoon sunshine at the head of Cwm Pennant, and the shadows lengthen across the hills. I'd just finished a lovely walk on the Nantlle Ridge with a steep pathless descent to this ruined cottage at the valley head. The late afternoon light was super!
Mother Earth, of course! Happy Earth day!
In honor of Earth Day, I'm going to break my funk and post -- old school style :) like in my early flickr days -- with quotes!
This shot was taken when we took a short drive down Movie Road on our way up to
camp at Whitney Portal, July 2012. I don't know why I never got around to it till now, but today is a great day for it!
This is the Heart Arch -- a natural formation seen in the Alabama Hills near the Eastern Sierra Nevada mountains, and is on the way up to Mt. Whitney. I did shoot this much more zoomed in, but I did not like that view as much as this one, with the majesty of the entire scene and the colors, sunshine, and shadows!
"There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more."
~ George Gordon, Lord Byron,
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage
"There is hope if people will begin to awaken that spiritual part of themselves, that heartfelt knowledge that we are caretakers of this planet."
~ Brooke Medicine Eagle
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more.
-- George Gordon, Lord Byron
In September 2017, we spent 11 days of hiking and packrafting in the unspoiled wilderness of southern Greenland between the magnificent Tasermiut fjord and the remote settlement of Aappilattoq, searching for beautiful landscapes, moods of solitude, and enjoying a true deep north adventure.
Certainly, we were far from being the first to cross these lands, however we hadn't met anyone during our 10-days hike across the pathless terrain; we just saw a few footsteps of previous adventurers in the sand.
No paths, no huts, no GSM signal, no means of civilization; this is a harsh northern landscape that requires enough stamina, experience, mental strength and patience to be crossed over. For those who don't retreat, however, the experience is very rewarding: a unique mix of isolation, exploration and adventure.
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The logistics in Southern Greenland takes time; we had to travel from Narsarsuaq to Nanortalik for five hours as part of Disko Line's regular weekly boat connection.
Film - youtu.be/1FmWtuiSd3Q
After a ten day holiday with the kids , it was back to school for them on Tuesday and as always after six weeks of changeable weather, the weather gods decided that summer was to return as they headed back into their new classes for the first term
I had child cover on the Monday and a chance to use my last day of annual leave in the hills, but where to go? The forecasted Summer conditions were coming, but no one was sure whether it would arrive Sunday, Monday or first day back Tuesday!!
I left my decision late to give me the best chance on getting a location with nice weather and decided on heading to Glen Carron. I had been up Sgurr Ruadh and Beinn Liath Mor a few years ago and left out Fuar Tholl, hoping to return and climb it. However I hadn’t planned on the route that I eventually took. My finally look at the weather was suggesting the cloud would clear but not until the Monday so I wanted to stay out and enjoy this and head up a hill through Monday. The decision was made- a wild camp on Fual Tholls Summit then An Ruadh Stac for the Monday. This involved taking the well-travelled path to Tholls summit and I knew it would be on pathless terrain, but would enable me to drop down to the Fion-abhainn the next day and head up An Ruadh Stac…..
I said my good byes and left my route card with the wife and headed onto the A9. It was around 1pm on Sunday and the road was busy as usual. I eventually got to Coulags around the back of 4 and was on my way. Lots of work being carried out in the lower section of the Glen but I was soon past this and feel optimistic. An Ruadh Stac was clear of cloud and as Fuar Tholl is roughly the same height, I felt confident I would be getting some views once I reached the top. With camera equipment weighing just about the same as the camping gear (I finally weighed my kit!!!) progress was slow, but that was ok – no rush – until the midge came that was……
My hopes for a summit camp with expansive panoramas were dashed as I finally made the summit. The clag was in and as much as I willed it away– it just didn’t budge!! No sunsets and a rather cold evening on the summit!!!
I set the alarm for just before sunset but when I popped my head out it seemed the clag was still in. Problem was my porch was facing west! 20 minutes later when nature called, I realised the views to the east were clear and soon the clag was quickly dissipating! The views were worth the gamble, absolutely superb, it was going to be a good day!
After lots of videoing I packed up and headed for An Ruadh Stac. The descent needed care, especially with a third of my body weight on my back! The views were getting better and better and the blue skies to the east were slowly eating away the remaining western clouds….
Made my way for the fork in the path and was soon standing on the nice even ground of the path! I dumped most of my kit and took essentials in a small rucksack as I started the ascent to An Ruadh Stac. I must admit his felt awesome after the weight of the camping/camera gear on the pathless terrain. The sun was now in control and blue skies reined above! Almost felt like I was hiking on the content as I strode along the white quartzite path, the sun reflecting up off the rock. On reaching the Bealach the view to this Corbett and its surroundings was amazing, one of the best views in my opinion. The blue lochan shimmered whilst An Ruadg Stac shone white high above. The hike up didn’t disappoint either with minor scrambling and lot (and lots) of rock! It got even better at the top as the views opened up. Taking top spot was Beinn Damh which looked spectacular as did Maol Chean Dearg which took up more of the horizon slightly to the SE. The wind was up but it was a warm wind (not often said here!!). After lots of photo taking I was soon descending and a long walk back was followed by an even longed drive. However all worth it and I may even go as far as saying that An Ruadh Stac may be one of the finest mountains I’ve visited
Film - youtu.be/1FmWtuiSd3Q
After a ten day holiday with the kids , it was back to school for them on Tuesday and as always after six weeks of changeable weather, the weather gods decided that summer was to return as they headed back into their new classes for the first term
I had child cover on the Monday and a chance to use my last day of annual leave in the hills, but where to go? The forecasted Summer conditions were coming, but no one was sure whether it would arrive Sunday, Monday or first day back Tuesday!!
I left my decision late to give me the best chance on getting a location with nice weather and decided on heading to Glen Carron. I had been up Sgurr Ruadh and Beinn Liath Mor a few years ago and left out Fuar Tholl, hoping to return and climb it. However I hadn’t planned on the route that I eventually took. My finally look at the weather was suggesting the cloud would clear but not until the Monday so I wanted to stay out and enjoy this and head up a hill through Monday. The decision was made- a wild camp on Fual Tholls Summit then An Ruadh Stac for the Monday. This involved taking the well-travelled path to Tholls summit and I knew it would be on pathless terrain, but would enable me to drop down to the Fion-abhainn the next day and head up An Ruadh Stac…..
I said my good byes and left my route card with the wife and headed onto the A9. It was around 1pm on Sunday and the road was busy as usual. I eventually got to Coulags around the back of 4 and was on my way. Lots of work being carried out in the lower section of the Glen but I was soon past this and feel optimistic. An Ruadh Stac was clear of cloud and as Fuar Tholl is roughly the same height, I felt confident I would be getting some views once I reached the top. With camera equipment weighing just about the same as the camping gear (I finally weighed my kit!!!) progress was slow, but that was ok – no rush – until the midge came that was……
My hopes for a summit camp with expansive panoramas were dashed as I finally made the summit. The clag was in and as much as I willed it away– it just didn’t budge!! No sunsets and a rather cold evening on the summit!!!
I set the alarm for just before sunset but when I popped my head out it seemed the clag was still in. Problem was my porch was facing west! 20 minutes later when nature called, I realised the views to the east were clear and soon the clag was quickly dissipating! The views were worth the gamble, absolutely superb, it was going to be a good day!
After lots of videoing I packed up and headed for An Ruadh Stac. The descent needed care, especially with a third of my body weight on my back! The views were getting better and better and the blue skies to the east were slowly eating away the remaining western clouds….
Made my way for the fork in the path and was soon standing on the nice even ground of the path! I dumped most of my kit and took essentials in a small rucksack as I started the ascent to An Ruadh Stac. I must admit his felt awesome after the weight of the camping/camera gear on the pathless terrain. The sun was now in control and blue skies reined above! Almost felt like I was hiking on the content as I strode along the white quartzite path, the sun reflecting up off the rock. On reaching the Bealach the view to this Corbett and its surroundings was amazing, one of the best views in my opinion. The blue lochan shimmered whilst An Ruadg Stac shone white high above. The hike up didn’t disappoint either with minor scrambling and lot (and lots) of rock! It got even better at the top as the views opened up. Taking top spot was Beinn Damh which looked spectacular as did Maol Chean Dearg which took up more of the horizon slightly to the SE. The wind was up but it was a warm wind (not often said here!!). After lots of photo taking I was soon descending and a long walk back was followed by an even longed drive. However all worth it and I may even go as far as saying that An Ruadh Stac may be one of the finest mountains I’ve visited
The North Harris mountains are one of the wildest places remaining in the British Isles. Just about any hill you climb will involve a great deal of rough pathless terrain. This is a picture taken from the South East Ridge of Tiorga Mor looking over Lochs Maolaig and Chliostair towards Oireabhal. We walked for 14Km and saw just one person at a distance.
There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more. Lord Byron
Film of Adventure:
Beyond Assynt…
Mention Assynt and the first few things that spring into my mountain brain start with an S! Suilven, Stac Pollaidh and then the mind wanders to the C’s – Cul Beag, Cul Mor , Canisp….
Beyond Assynt lies Sutherland, mountains such as Foinavan and Quinag take centre stage… A fabulous part of the country for sure.. So when flicking through the SMC Corbetts book a few years back I was intrigued by the “other “ mountains in the area. Ben Hee, Beinn Leoid, Glas Bheinn….. My interest was sparked… sometimes the lesser known hills in areas of such mountainous beauty hold their own little secrets – they usually give the best views to the better known hills!! Chrulaiste being my favourite example, although it’s secret has long left the building!
So a short spell of settled weather, in the North West saw me spilling over maps and investigating some nice easy wild camp options. I decided on Glas Bheinn, nice and close the road and giving the potential for some splendid views
Arriving at a small layby around 4pm (the Quinag car park was full!) I set off along a rather damp stalkers path. Soon after cresting a small rise (where Suilven came into view ;)) I decided that it was time to head upwards! Pathless and rocky near the top, I had to watch my footing. Even a drenching from a few showers didn’t quail my excitement…. I was soon making my way around a magnificent Corrie that held Loch a Choire Dheirg. The views here were amazing, and these didn’t even include any mountains – just lochs, lochans and sea – this was going to be a grand place to take photos later…. A short walk to the summit Cairn and the sun came back out, the rays drying away the dampness caused by the earlier rain. There was more good news – lots of flat grassy ground to pitch. Of course I went for a pitch with a view and soon had a porch with Assynt laid out before it!
I love wild camping and I love taking piccies – especially of the sunsets and sunrises. However this is where summer in Scotland ain’t that good – there is only about 4 hrs between the two on top of a mountain at this time of year!! So after watching the sunset around 10.30, I headed off to sleep- for a whole 3.5hrs. I woke at 03.30 and fumbled about the tent! Sunrise was meant to be at 04.30 but by the time I emerged from the tent it was nearer 4 and the sky was already turning an amazing shade over the summit. Cue lots of half a sleep panicking and I ran (well trotted and stumbled) to get to the summit before the light show ended.. Think I just made it – it was amazing as ever….
Feeling pleased with myself I then lazed in the tent with the door open and watched as the rising sun lit up Assynt… What an experience…. By 0530 the sun was up and it was time to head off. I was back in the car for 07.30 so decided on a wee trip past Lochinver and round the coast. An amazing car journey on a twisty road…. I had been so lucky! So much so that I didn’t even mind the 4.5 hr drive home
Side note – with phrases like “watched with the tent door open” I know some of you will be wondering if the local wildlife came to play- well I can say with hand on heart that not one midge visited me whilst on the mountain (it was breezy the night b4 but still in the morning !! – they must have been waiting on my return at the car ;))