Friday 22 November 2013

Friday 22.11.2013

Up and out as the sun was creeping over the hill, not as early as it sounds up here at this time of the year.

Long shadows, frosted grass, the still and wintry air a contrast to the persistent squalls we`ve had of late, the only sound in the woods the occasional startled pheasant and skeins of geese overhead.

Chores neglected and work later on but it was a good way to start the day.

Friday 15 November 2013

Friday 15.11.2013

Crisp and clear, autumn day? So much for the forecast.
However, went for a morning on Ben Rinnes anyway**

Started up the steady incline that is the walk up this mountain, with views of the Cairngorms in the distance








and the path laid out clearly ahead.










Soon walking into the cloud and a howling gale so the exercise became one of staying upright but hey - once you`ve got going, might as well keep going....







and there was shelter -of a sort - at the top





Three friendly German walkers emerged from the mist and after a brief chat about whisky and weather we scuttled back down and home where the day ended with a pageant....



Er....red sky at night?...we`ll see.....


**http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ben_Rinnes

Tuesday 12 November 2013

Sunday 10.11.2013

Warning: a combination of loads of work and short days can seriously damage your(walking)health........

However, made up for it a little at the weekend with five hours of yomping around in a damp, cold and quite awe-inspiring Glen Coe.

An adventure from the word go when a thunderstorm put out the electricity at our "hobbit houses"


but forewarned by other members of the party (who were rapidly running out of emergency supplies) we arrived with extra candles, crisps and enough whisky for a wee dram each which cheered everyone up no end.

The sound of rain on a hobbit house roof is quite musical but not what you`re hoping to wake up to when a clear sunny day has been forecast. It was pretty well unanimously decided that walking up Buchaille Etive Mor was a step too far, coated as it was in quite a lot of snow and hidden half the time in cloud.



Nothing for it then but to walk round it..........


Turned out to be a tale of river crossings,

some trickier than others,









and head-clearing landscape.














Five hours later we were back where we started, wet feet, tired legs and huge appetites, ready for an evening at the Clachaig Inn**, probably the only way to end a day like that.


*http://www.glencoemountain.co.uk/


**http://www.clachaig.com/