Easter in Glenbrittle, Isle of Skye

Whilst most people tied up loose ends at work before the Easter weekend I took a flight to Inverness with Rob and Liz, hired a car and soon found ourselves in the remote Highlands on our way to Skye. In search of dinner we stopped at Ledgowen Hotel which due to lack of trade had closed the kitchen early so we drove round the hills to Kinlochewe Hotel where they had also stopped serving but were able to construct 3 sandwiches. Not the haggis, neeps and tatties we’d been fantasising about, but it was that or go to bed hungry. We arrived at Gerry’s Hostel around 9:30pm. After the tour we put a record on the turntable and imbibed a dram of whiskey by the roaring fire – we’d arrived in Scotland!

Day 1 – Good Friday 30th March
Peaks – Carn Odhar
Companions – Rob and Liz
Distance – 5.8mi (9.3km)
Ascent – 1660 ft (506m)
Pubs – none

We weren’t able to check in at the Skye hostel until later in the afternoon so planned to do a local walk near the hostel. We left the car at Achnashellach station, walked over the level crossing and headed up the forestry track. The views up and down Lochcarron were stunning. Looking east were snow capped mountains, looking west was the loch and onward views towards Skye. For a brief stint we were retracing the route that I took on my LEJOG walk – I tried not to bore my walking companions with commentary; ‘ooh when I was here I stopped at that rock for some sandwiches’! We turned off the forestry track and struck out across a pathless bog up to the top of Carn Odhar and soaked up the views of the Beinn Liath Mhór, Sgorr Ruadh and Fuar Tholl in dappled sun.

The very photogenic mountain range

We descended to the west avoiding crags and scree, and met an established path leading down to the forest and the station. It was a pleasant stroll and a good appetiser before the main course on Skye.

Day 2 – Saturday 31st March
Peaks – Bealach Coire na Banachdich
Companions – Kevin, Rob and Lisa
Distance – 5.8mi (9.3km)
Ascent – 2808ft (856m)
Pubs – none

With the weather due to be settled for the whole day the majority of Rockhoppers set off early for the Cuillin ridge. Not being a climber or experienced winter hill walker my only ambition in the current winter conditions was to reach the ridge and 3 others shared this aim so off we went. The walk started a short stroll down the valley beyond the Mountain Rescue Hut and would be in three distinct sections; a long gentle path up the first 300m of vertical ascent, the middle 300m ascent would be steeper and involve some scrambling and the last section would be on steep hard snow/ice.

Section 2 on the way up Coire na Banachdich
Rob on the last section

It all went to plan and sporting crampons and ice axes we reached the bealach shortly after noon just as the cloud lifted off the tops.  The bealach was narrow and potentially corniced so we made a relatively quick decision that as a group we had reached our limits. After a couple of photos we started descending the way we had come. I was not at all dispirited, I had made it to the Cuillin ridge in winter – an achievement not to be underestimated. Highlights included; the waterfall, the view from the bealach and returning to the base of the snowline unscathed!

View over the bealach

We were back at the hostel in plenty of time to relax, have tea and cake (or beer and crisps) before the majority arrived back. When they did, the usual cacophony erupted with everyone sharing tales of the day. There had been 9 Rockhoppers on the In. Pinn. at once – could that be a record?!

In the evening a few of us drove up the valley to watch the sun set over the Cuillin – well worth it!

Sunset on the Cuillin

Day 3 – Easter Sunday 1st April
Peaks – Sgurr na Stri
Companions – Lisa, Catherine, Giulia and Anne
Distance – 15.1mi (24.3km)
Ascent –  2414ft (736m)
Pubs – Sligachan Hotel

For some, the Cuillin is their playground so off they went to tackle it again, I would be satisfied with a longer and lower walk.  It had been a cold night with a hard frost right down to the valley so it required some time and effort to clear the windscreens. Sgurr na Stri is a modest hill (494m) and a well known beauty spot which provides fantastic views of the Cuillin and the sea loch at it’s base which leads the eye out to Rum. We started at the Sligachan Hotel which was crawling with visitors and tour buses but the crowds were soon behind us.  Luckily the 7mile walk-in puts off a large number of tourists!

Cloud capped Cuillin

It was a glorious morning; t-shirt weather. We passed a few people on their way out who had camped at Sgurr na Stri but didn’t see anyone else until we reached the top when a group of a dozen plus a few others emerged.  I thought we’d have the place to ourselves but it was like Piccadilly Circus up there! And for good reason.  It feels very remote, rugged and the views are stunning.

View from Sgurr na Stri

After a few snaps and snacks we began the walk back and who should we bump into? Only Marcus – another Rockhopper who spent Easter on Raasay and was backpacking around Skye independently.  As we were catching up it starting spitting and then raining/sleeting so we said goodbye and set off for the pub! It rained for about 20mins but then the sun came back out – fours seasons in one day!

Atop Sgurr na Stri

Day 4 – Easter Monday 2nd April
Peaks – The Storr and Quiraing
Companions – Rob, Lisa and Simon
Distance – 7.5mi (12km)
Ascent – 2688ft (819m)
Pubs – none

It was a relatively lazy morning and by mid-morning Rob, Lisa, Simon and I had decided to totter off to Trotternish to hit some of the Skye tourist hot spots; The Old Man of Storr and the Quiraing.  It’s a stiff climb up from the car park to the base of the needle-like structure (to around 450m) and the path is crawling with visitors in jeans and trainers.  We feel a little over prepared in hiking boots with ice axes and crampons strapped to our rucksacks, but could be vindicated when we reach The Storr – the hill that looms over the Old Man.

The Old Man of Storr and The Storr

There is a clear line – a fence and stile – which few tourists venture beyond, when we do we turn west, and the wind and wind chill pick up.  Extra layers adorned we opt for the long route to the top. About halfway up the ground became frozen with small snow patches but it’s still easily passable.

Me on the Storr

Strong and cold winds meant we didn’t hang about much longer than the time it took to inhale a sandwich. On descending, we overshot the burn but not by much and after scrambling down the gorge we were soon back at the base of the cliffs. Once back to the car we drove further north to the see the Quiraing.  If you park at the top of the ridge it’s only 1-2km along a terraced path to the other worldly rock features. To me the Trotternish ridge looks like a series of waves that are just about to break – gentle rolling grass slopes to the west, cliffs (or wave crests) facing east.

View of the Trotternish Ridge from the Quiraing

And that concludes a rather fantastic Easter weekend on Skye, oh except a brief wander up the cascade of waterfalls opposite the hostel on the last morning. The clear pools would be refreshing on a summers day (some crazy people had been for a dip) but I wasn’t prepared to find out quite how cold the water was, I’ll save that for another time.

Not the Fairy Pools

Total: 4 days, 34.2 miles, 9570 feet of ascent and 1 pub.

Grange, Borrowdale, Jan 2018

The drive up was smooth (made a nice change, my usual experience of driving to the Lakes involves a lot of stand still traffic) and all 15 of us more or less arrived together. We were staying at the Climbers’ Club hut which usually has spare beds for members, but we’d booked all 13 (+2 campers). We arrived around midnight and after we’d been crashing about for a while a sleepy and bashful looking guy came downstairs and apologised for not having checked the roster so Dayne volunteered to sleep on the sofa, quickly defusing the situation.

Day 1 – Saturday 13th Jan
Peaks – Maiden Moor, High Spy, Dale Head, Hindscarth, Robinson
Companions – Kevin, Katrina, Rob, Alfonso, Monica
Distance – 9.6mi (15.5km)
Ascent – 3,736ft (1,140m)
Pubs – Swinside Inn and Scafell Hotel walkers bar

Most awoke early and got on with getting ready to head out (I was last up at 8:30) but I was extremely organised on Thursday night and had not only planned my food for the weekend but already made up my lunch so knew I could afford to be a bit lazy. Over breakfast plans were made; one group were off to find some ice to climb, another up to the top of England, a couple of individuals wanted to walk alone and the rest of us decided on the nearby Newlands Horseshoe (minus Catbells). We drove to Little Town and then headed up to the col between Catbells and Bull Crag. The ascent was initially very sheltered but the wind picked up a little once we were on the tops. The view across Derwent Water up towards Keswick was stunning, with just a small amount of low, thin cloud – much better than expected.

View along Derwent Water

We continued up to Bull Crag, stopping briefly behind a crag for some refreshments. All was still and quiet until we peeled ourselves away and got out from behind the rocks where the head wind blasted us. It wasn’t overwhelming so we pushed on up to High Spy and down the other side towards Dalehead Tarn. Unfortunately it was here that Monica and Alfonso decided to take the escape route down from the tarn back towards Little Town. We’d see them back at the hut later. Six became four and we had to climb the staircase up to Dale Head. The views back to High Spy took us by surprise, from here it looked like a long dramatic ridge but whilst up there it felt reasonably short and rounded. We walked into cloud but it was relatively thin and there were breaks, and the wind picked up briefly but it was still manageable.

Team at the top

The rest of the ridge was straightforward and we decided to make the diversion up to Hindscarth and back, with a lunch stop en route with my new favourite hot toddy: lemon and ginger tea with whiskey. The last climb was up to Robinson and my legs were starting to feel a bit heavy. At the top we had a new set of views. All the way along this walk we had new views at every corner which made it even more enjoyable. Up here some pools of water had frozen absolutely solid and it was possible to walk on them, and glide around. Standing in a star shape with my back to the wind I got nudged across the ice by the wind!

Walking on water

Now for the decent, not a long valley decent but a short sharp – part scramble – down the nose. We happened to take the route back to the hut which took us past the Swinside Inn so we thought it would be rude not to stop by for a swift libation (soft for me as I’m doing dry-ish January; no beer or wine). Later on in the evening we returned to a regular haunt; the walkers bar at the Scafell Hotel in Rosthwaite. It appears to have changed hands, the walls have been painted, the ‘look’ refreshed and the menu re-written. Unfortunately it’s changed for the worse, it appears that another traditional pub has bitten the dust and turned ‘gastro’. Sigh.

Day 2 – Sunday 14th Jan
Peaks – Grisedale Pike
Companions – Kevin, Alfonso, Monica
Distance – 7.2mi (11.6km)
Ascent – 2,897ft (885m)
Pubs – none ☹️

Car packed and goodbyes said (weekends go too quickly), Rob who had work to do, dropped us in Braithwaite on his way to a coffee shop in Keswick. We set off with the vague intention to bag Grisedale Pike, Hopegill Head and Sand Hill. It was a long and relentless ascent and I was certainly feeling slightly leaden booted after yesterday as we marched up the side of the hill. The further we went the colder it got, the windier, wetter, snowier and cloudier it got. Plus the terrain got a bit more challenging. It changed from a broad grassy track to a narrow, rock and slate path. Towards the very top the ground was also becoming frozen.

Another view of Derwent

Once we reached the summit the wind was blasting the hail into our faces (when a fleck hit you right in the eye it did sting a touch), the visibility was poor and it was cold. Needless to say we didn’t hang about and continued on. Part way to the col we decided that the weather was taking the fun out of it so we cut across the lower slopes of Sand Hill to skip out the remaining two peaks. As soon as we started to descend the weather improved and we had great views down the valley.

Kevin on the way back down

It was an interesting route back to Braithwaite with waterfalls and a disused quarry. Rob’s timing was perfect so we all hopped straight in the car and hit the road back to London.

Total: 2 days, 16.8 miles, 6,633 feet of ascent and 2 pubs.

Walking in a Winter Wonderland

Having completed a rather large walk this summer (see: LEJOG final day) I took a brief hiatus from my blog, but not walking.  I’ve already been on a couple of Rockhopper trips since landing back in the real world; Cheddar and the Brecon Beacons, but what with moving house and starting a new job I didn’t find the time to write up the notes.  But now it’s 2018, so a new year and a new motto; “to upload blog reports after each trip”.

Every New Year, the Rockhoppers peel themselves out of their respective Christmas armchairs, arouse themselves from their turkey stupors and head to Scotland to work off the extra mince pies.  Crianlarich was this years destination.

Day 1 – 28th Dec 2017 – Grasmere
Peaks – Stone Arthur, Great Rigg, Fairfield
Companions – Rob, Ellen, Christopher
Length (mi) – 6.5
Ascent (m) – 1102
Pubs – Traveller’s Rest

A fully laden car-load of us arranged to travel up via Grasmere and so after stocking up at the local Booths we checked into the YHA.  First thing in the morning we re-packed the car ‘tetris-style’ and parked up on the main road. There was an air of excitement as we set off in the direction of the snow on the tops of the fells. It was a stiff climb up out of the valley and onto Stone Arthur but once up there it was the views what took my breath away not the effort of heaving myself up. Crisp white snow, blue sky with fluffy white clouds, and the sun bouncing off the ribbon-like rivers and sprawling lakes.

View towards High Raise and Ullscarf

We had a brief attempt at a snowball fight and then continued up onto Great Rigg where we met the hoards coming from Heron Pike – the more orthodox way to reach Fairfield. We hunkered down in the shelter for a quick lunch and then started to descend to Grisedale Hause. The start of the path was fine but as it got steeper and rockier and the snow had been compacted by those coming up, it was too icy. Crampons on and walking like John Wayne we negotiated the rest of the steepish descent.

Onwards towards Fairfield

Once we were virtually at the bottom and after a few slips (mostly by Ellen), we accidentally took a slightly wrong turn that meant we had to walk past a pub to get to the car. Before long we were supping beverages in the warmth of the pub and looking forward to the next part of the trip. If this was the hors d’oeuvre I was very much looking forward to the main course. Crianlarich here we come!

Day 2 – 29th Dec 2017 – Inverarnan
Peaks – Beinn Chabhair
Companions – Rob, Ellen, Pete, Johnski, Dave, Alison, Bruce, Rachel, Daniel, Rachel and Florrie
Length (mi) – 9
Ascent (m) – 1107
Pubs – Drover’s Arms

With poor weather forecast a large group of us decide to head to Beinn Chabhair where we think we’ll be sheltered for most of the day. It’s an out and back trip, not my favourite, but around here the circuits are very big days that require good weather and/or long days. Neither of which we have today.  It was touch and go as to whether all the cars would get out of the icy hostel car park, or along the road (we pass an incident where a car has left the road and lay resting in the ditch, there was already plenty of assistance on scene so we don’t sop). Eventually we gather at the Drover’s Inn and set off through the Beinglas campsite.  It looks very different to when I stayed here in August whilst I was on the West Highland Way. Back then it was a hive of activity, absolutely crammed full of campers, hikers and music streaming out of tents/mini-marquees. Today it is deserted, snow covered and the contrast is a bit eerie.

The plateau

We slip and slide up the side of Ben Glas Burn, soon reaching the plateau with a substantial track and seek out the lochan at the end of which we’ll turn away up and away from it. On the plateau we try to avoid the bogs which are disguised under the snow but a couple of us unintentionally find them. I myself experience an unpleasant trip into a bog. I’m following about five other people in single file along the path when my left foot somehow finds a hole about a foot deep. All of a sudden I’m sat on the ground trying to wrench my foot out which I fail to do. Someone reaches over and yanks my leg releasing my foot from the cold, wet quagmire and in my haste to get up off the ground I swivel and inadvertently plunge my right foot into the cold depths. D’oh! My boots and gaiters do their job and keep most of the water at bay.

Snowie selfie!

We weave our way up steep gullies filled with snow about knee deep, and the going is slow. It’s like walking up a very unstable sand dune; the soft powdery snow gives way to uneven tussocky ground and sometimes ice underneath. Although we can’t see the top, we know we’ve reached the ridgeline and that the summit is nearby.  The wind funnels across the mini-col bringing the wind chill down significantly (the forecast was for -10 to -15’C on the tops) so we don’t hang around for long as time is running out. We quickly strike out for the top, reach it and then turn around to retrace our steps. 

Going down is far easier, the snow feels soft and forgiving, although we all know that hard rock shaped objects lurk beneath the pristine coating.  A couple of gullies are ripe for bum-sliding which a few of us enjoy.  On one occasion, I was about halfway down and the congestion at the bottom still hadn’t cleared, I was picking up pace and then a deep trench on the left comes into view. I try to hit the brakes and steer myself right but I become unstable and roll on to my right.  My right shin/knee then finds one of the buried rocks and I tumble in the snow.  I get up, luckily it’s not serious but it was a hefty clunk and my knee is sore. I limp on down, it soon eases and within what feels like no time at all, we’re back at the lochan (I managed to avoid the hole I found on the way up, unfortunately someone else found it).

Taking the track back

Back at the track, the group divides, some head back down the steep burn-side path, some take the track. I opt for the track as the walking is easier on my sore knee, and then proceed to slip on the ice and bruise my other knee. Despite this, my pace quickens as I can almost taste the local ale and smell the wood smoke. It’s an eccentric pub, stuffed with taxidermy at every turn and I dine on a burger with haggis, scrummy!

A great day out and my first winter munro – a baptism of snow and ice, followed by boots drying by the fire.

Day 3 – 30th Dec 2017 – Tyndrum
Peaks – Sron nan Colan, Meall Odhar
Companions – Rob
Length (mi) – 7
Ascent (m) – 662
Pubs – Real Food Café

After yesterday I’m up for a slightly shorter day, as is Rob, so we head to the cafe in Tyndrum for breakfast – I decide that I’ve not had enough of the Scottish meats so I go for the full Scottish breakfast with sausages, bacon, black pudding, lorne sausage, plus potato cake, beans and mushrooms. Full of breakfast we head out across the railway line, initially contour around the base of the hill until we head straight up the side.  There are lots of deer tracks crossing the path but no sign of any deer, or any other wildlife for that matter, I think it’s too cold for most things.  Low down there is a distinct path but we lose it under the snow so we head off-piste but generally head to our right as there are disused mine shafts to our left.  There are occasional breaks in the cloud that allow us to view the base of the valley from the hillside.  At the top we spot a partridge and the way ahead is laid out by old posts of a border fence.

We wander around this mini-ridge and are soon atop Meall Odhar where we stop for a quick bite and a hot toddy – I remembered to bring my hip flask with me today and discover that lemon and ginger tea with whiskey is delicious! We look down on the forest below and there is no obvious route so we meander through the trees – it’s a proper winter wonderland – and there are deer tracks aplenty. We pause to make a snowman, the classic way, by rolling 2 balls of snow down the hill, furnish him with twigs for arms and fern tips for eyes and mouth.  He looks a bit like E.T. crossed with No.5 from Short Circuit!


We continue down and just before reaching the edge of the forest a deer scampers off through the trees just a few metres away.  Below the trees a large new deer fence (with no stile or gate to be seen miles) is overcome and we meet a track that leads up the valley to Ben Lui.  No time for that today, so we turn down the valley, returning into the forest and to the level crossing at Tyndrum back to the cafe!

Wintery forest


New Year’s Eve

Unbeknownst to me I barely sleep the night before and since Storm Dylan is forecast to pass over today I opt to spend a day in the hostel along with half a dozen others. I felt very snug and smug staring out at the rain lashing against the windows and the wind swaying the trees. I know I’d rather be sat by the fire reading a book today and looking after Fury the dog, than being out on the hill.  In the afternoon it’s time to starting peeling potatoes, turnips and apples in order to serve up haggis, neeps, tatties with gravy and apple crumble for 35 hungry ‘hoppers – a recent new year’s eve tradition. After dinner, a few fireworks, drinks and games we wander down to the local pub to see in 2018.  Most of us are tucked up in bed by 1am in order to get up and head back out on the hill the following day.

Day 4 – 1st Jan 2018 – Crianlarich
Peaks – Ben More
Companions – Florrie, Ellen (& Rob sort of)
Length (mi) – 7.3
Ascent (m) – 1146
Pubs – None

It’s a more leisurely start this morning and we’re walking by 10, but we don’t have a long route planned. Up Ben More, over the top, down to the bealach, into the valley and then follow the track back.  It’s raining as we start and after ascending via a track, we turn up the muddy hillside where soon the ground and air are filled with snow.  It’s here that Rob decides that a niggle he’s got is too sore to continue, so off he goes and takes his car with him but he offers to come and pick us up once we’re finished.

Visibility is poor but we’re sheltered from the worst of the wind and we gently zig-zag our way up.  After a quick stop we spot the tracks of an individual who’s about an hour ahead of us so we use them as a guide through the uneven terrain.  Soon we’re amongst icy rocks and I must admit that looking around and down, my knees wobbled slightly. If you were to slip it looked as though there wasn’t a lot to stop you.  Logic told me I would stop because the ground and snow were mostly soft and not sheer but even so I felt exposed.  It was time to don the crampons, after which I felt much more secure.  We eventually reach the plateau when 4 figures appeared from our left – they’d come up the more exposed NE ridge and look chilled to the bone.  We wished them a happy new year, stood by the trig point for the briefest of moments, took a bearing and headed off towards Bealach-eadardh-Bheinn.

Summit of Ben More

We reach the bealach and turn down towards the valley.  The lone walker ahead of us appears from behind; he’s been up and bagged Stob Binnein (we’ll have to come back another day!).  We’re steadily descending but then find ourselves amongst about the only crags on this side of the hill.  Florrie is in front, takes a sideways step and the snow gives way.  She slides down the rock and comes to stop about 3-5m below in a mound of snow, she used her ice axe but I’m not sure it helped her much in this soft snow.  I decide to turn and face the hill but there isn’t enough texture in the rock for the front spikes of my crampons to grip on to.  I try to step down, but I know the inevitable is coming.  I take one more small step and then slip, also sliding to a gentle stop. Ellen tries to pick an alternative route and gets a meter or two lower but also slides down.  We stand up, brush ourselves off and I’m relieved that we’re all ok. Our falls were not significant enough to cause serious injury however even a minor injury to one of us in this spot could’ve changed the dynamic of the afternoon.

Miror loch at the bottom of Ben More

As we approach the road, dusk is falling and we begin to walk back to the hostel saving Rob the trip out.  With less than 1km to go he pulls up and picks us up anyway, I’m secretly glad that there was a breakdown in communication as I wasn’t looking forward to walking the rest of the way on the busy road in the dark. That evening the feeling within in the hostel is more subdued, no-one is pouring over maps and guidebooks, wide-eyed at the opportunities that this landscape presents.  Instead it’s about how early people are setting off for the long drive home.

Total: 4 days, 29.8 miles, 4,017m of ascent and 2 pubs.

Eileen Diùra or Isle of Jura; land of deer

What a place! If you ever get the chance to go, go. So much wild space (142 sq mi), so many deer (6000) and not very many people (192).

Where to begin…? Well for all you ferry spotters out there who’ve been waiting with baited breath, these were our second and third ferries of the day.

Ferries...getting smaller!
Ferries…getting smaller!

We then hopped on the bus (the bus, there is only one service – a minibus) along the road (the road, there is only one road and to most of us it would be considered a lane or track) to Craighouse where we pitched our tents on the patch of grass (the grass, there was only one flat grassy area and it was an extension of the beach, the village green, the rugby pitch, the football pitch, the picnic area, the pub garden and the campsite.

Our tents are in the bottom left hand corner of the photo (to the right of the boat) - it was very handy for the hotel bar and distillery!
Our tents are in the bottom left hand corner of the photo (to the right of the boat) – it was very handy for the hotel bar and distillery!

Unfortunately the distillery was closed by the time we arrived but that evening we sampled the whiskey in the hotel bar. The next morning it was an early rise to catch the bus as far north as it goes; Ardlussa. And just past the estate house was our first deer sighting:

Stag nr Ardlussa
Stag nr Ardlussa

And so the walking began, at first we were on a track for a few kilometers then we turned off into the boggy, tussocky ground and headed up and over Ben Garrisdale and then down into Glengarrisdale Bay to find our bothy.


We're off!
We’re off!

When we arrived at the bothy Marcus was pleased to see that it had been renovated since he was last there – in its previous state he disregarded the bothy and camped instead. It was a large white cottage with a bright red roof and was visible from quite a way off. It had a hallway, a large storage cupboard and two rooms (a larger one with an open fire and enough of a sleeping platform for 8 people and the other with a stove and space for 3). We took the larger room, unpacked our things and then headed to the beach to explore and search for driftwood. On the beach there was, amongst other things, a beached minke whale, – which according to the bothy book had been there at least 3 days but judging by the smell probably a lot longer – a goat carcass, a few goat skulls, some small pieces of wood plus a 6ft fence post, oh and some seals…live ones.

Back at the bothy, once the mist had rolled in off the hills 2 guys turned up with a sack of coal and a bag of fire wood and then later a boat landed on the beach and 5 people got out to inspect the whale – suddenly it felt like we were in a busy place! We ate dinner and whiled away the hours in front of the fire drying out various items of clothing (mostly socks), sipping whiskey and having a bit of a sing song with Marcus on the ukulele. Having lugged the giant post back to the bothy I only had the energy saw off one log so we kept the fire going by trading whisky for some coal and extra wood with the other occupants.

Leaving Glengarrisdale
Leaving Glengarrisdale

The walk the following day was to be very different from the previous day – it was all coastal. We scrabbled and scrambled and squeezed our way up and over the boulders  and under the cliffs that make the jagged west coast of Jura such a stunning place. After 6 hours we reached Bàgh Gleann nam Muc (bay of the pigs) where we stopped to pitch our tents on the beach before heading off around the northern peninsula of Jura unladen. Off the top of Jura is a small, uninhabited rocky island called Scarba and between them is the Gulf of Corryvrecken where the underlying rock formations and the tides entangle to create a whirlpool. There are myths, legends and modern accounts that talk of this treacherous stretch of water and from high up on An Cruachan you could see unusual patterns and shades in the water. I was glad to be on solid ground!

Deer on An Cruachan
Deer on An Cruachan

Once we returned to camp, Marcus set about constructing a fire (in an existing spot) but without firefighters we were all dubious. It turns out that alcohol gel soaked toilet roll wrapped around a stick makes a good substitute!

The campfire
The campfire

After another evening conversing around a fire we headed to bed when the fire had burn itself out. We struck camp at 9am,  after I had removed 10, yes that’s 10 ticks – the little blood thirsty buggers (no-one else reported to have any, grrr). We headed back to the east coast to where we had got to the previous afternoon and found the footpath which led past a bunkhouse to the house known as Barnhill. Barnhil is where George Orwell came with his family in 1948 to write 1984. We were motoring once we hit the track which led back to Ardlussa where we had been dropped off 2 days previously. By 2:30pm we were down by Inverlussa bay drinking tea and eating  cake (self-service from a horse box – there’s a first time for everything!). We enjoyed lazing about in some strong afternoon sunshine waiting for the bus – a well deserved rest.

The end at Inverlussa. Group shot (L-R) me, Marcus, Louisa and Lisa
The end at Inverlussa. Group shot (L-R) me, Marcus, Louisa and Lisa

For the 3 ladies it was the start of a long journey home. Mine went something like this; bus, bus, ferry, ferry, bus, bus, train and mum taxi! Marcus is still island hopping somewhere…no surprises there!

A Sunny Holy Isle, a canter across Kintyre and off to Jura we go!

(I wrote this on the ferry on Tuesday, thought that it was published but when I got back on the return ferry today, turned out it hadn’t, so here it is…I’ll let you know how Jura was soon, I’ll probably write about it whilst experiencing the Megabus Gold sleeper service later on tonight!)

The Holy Isle worked its magic! The sun has been shining over Arran.

We took the boat over from Lamlash and were welcomed onto the isle – it was the first western Buddhist retreat of its kind in the west and is open to all. We headed up to coast first via the caves of St Molaises, the healing spring (not approved for drinking by the EU!), the private retreats for women committed to lifelong solitary meditation and a square lighthouse. Then it was a short scramble up to the trig point where it was a moment for reflection and sun salutations!

After we’d had our free tea we headed back to Lochranza for dinner on the campsite and then to the pub to catch up with the few others that climbed Goatfell.

Here’s the sunset over Lochranza castle on the way to the pub:

This morning we packed up – slightly nonchalantly – and ended up half running for the ferry which arrived just as we did. On we got and then it was a 5mile schlep on a narrow road across the Kintyre peninsula to catch the next ferry. Just one more ferry and a bus until we reach the campsite for tonight!

Experiencing Arran’s April Showers

Happy Easter from the gardens of Brodick Castle, Rob didn’t make it a particularly tricksy hunt…

On the first day out in the hills we got the bus westwards and down the coast to Dougarie Point and initially headed up Glen Iorsa as a group of 18 and then split up. 8 of firstly us headed up Sail Chalmadale, towards Loch Tanna – the largest but also most remote loch on Arran.

We scrambled up Beinn Bhreac and the winds had become quite strong so instead of heading up Mullach Buidhe we headed due north around Meall nan Damh to Catacol where the hotel was calling to us! After some well deserved food and drink we helped it down with a post dinner walk back to the campsite via the Lochranza Hotel Bar which was extra rammed. That and the lack of staff made for an extra stroppy barman!

This morning we headed south east to Brodick Castle to wander round the gardens is the rain…this is the roof of the Bavarian summer house beautifully adorned with fir cones:

After a rather brief tour of Brodick – cheese shop, aromatics, cash point, outdoor gear shop and cafe for coffee and cake we got the bus up to Sannox and walked the coast path back to Lochranza whilst keeping an eye out for local wildlife.

All of this has been accompanied by many many April showers, hopefully the sun will come out tomorrow!

Off to Arran

After starting at the Great Nepalese outside Euston, a few of us set off from London in the sleeper train bar – classic! Then it was another train, a ferry and a bus to get to Lochranza.

We eventually pitched our tents on the right spots in the field..initially ‘where the cars need to park’ then on the ‘tractor route’, grrr. Then it was off to check out the local spots; the sandwich pavilion at the ferry port, the hotel, the castle ruin, the golf course, the craft shop and then the distillery for a flight of delicious Arran whiskeys.

On our way back from our wander we passed the ‘natural hazards’ surrounding the 8th hole, wouldn’t fancy trying to play a ball from under one of their hooves!!

Finally a nice view of the castle on the way to the hotel for a nightcap.


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