On Saturday the 20th of November a small band of hardy souls embarked on a trip to the Dales with a plan to walk up Ingleborough from Horton in Ribblesdale but with an open mind as to the exact route to take. The meeting point was at the main car… Continue reading
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
I thought I would share some of the small adventures Pen and I, and Alfie the Westie, have been having up here in the land of mists and heather. Life has been busy but we have managed to tick off 4 Munros, a Corbett and a trip to the “local”… 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
During the weekend of 8-10th of October four of us made it to the Lake District and with the weather forecast lacking certainty equipped ourselves for walking, scrambling and climbing. We based ourselves in the Gillside Farm Campsite bunkhouse, uphill from Glenridding, Ullswater. The location was perfect for access to… 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
