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
Aged three my grandaughter declared her intention toclimb a mountain. Beamsley Beacon near Bolton Abbey is just the thing at 395metres. 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
Mr Murray and I had no need of the axes and crampons were were carrying, because the mountains were simply covered on a blanket of 100mm to 150 mm of soft new snow….. nothing hard to slip on (or to hold an axe in). Cold and clear, there were plenty… 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
Trekking in … er…. Italy Our modest pleasure was to fly out with no more than we could carry in a smallish rucksack, to spend as many nights as possible up in the mountains, sleeping in rifugios and walking between them, and visiting a couple of simple mountain summits en… Continue reading
Culling jewels in the Far North Cul Mor is fringed with cliffs on three sides. From its 849 metre summit there is a 400 -metre drop to Lochan Dearg a’ Chuill Mhoir, excessively steep. Having made our way quickly up the “normal” route, Steve, Dolly, Paul and I started to… Continue reading
Stob Coire a’ Chearcaill in the Ardgour peninsula, stands proudly at the head of Gleann Chearcaill, looking directly across Loch Linnhe towards Fort Bill. On Saturday it gave us a clear circuit around both its ridges, whilst the mainland remained swathed in murk. The mountain sported some fairly mighty cornices… Continue reading
