Wednesday 8 November 2017

Walks Leading in 2017

It's been a while since my last post because I don't want a blog full of stuff about what I did [You're kidding. It's full of that stuff! - Ed.]. I also want a bit of philosophy in there. [Oh yeah! Let's hear some then - Ed.] {Please ignore comments from the Editor - Pete}. [Grrr... - Ed.]

Since June I led walks for 2 weeks at Selva (aka Wolkenstein) in the Dolomites (Italy), Neustift in the Stubai Alps (Austria) and back at Glencoe (Scottish Highlands). The second week at Glencoe was the Munrobagging II holiday. Here are just a few of the photos I took that demonstrate what beautiful places they are.


Selva

Sassolunga

From the Seceda Cable Car Top Station

Sella Gruppe from Utia Forceles Mountain Restaurant

Sella Hut

Neustift

Below Zwolfernieder Col

Below the Hoher Burgstall

Sulzenau Glacier

Glencoe

Binnein Beag and Aonach Beag from Sgurr Eilde Mor

In October I led for a week in the Cinque Terra in Italy. We were based at Bonassola. I arrived in Pisa on the Manchester flight and whilst waiting for the London flight I had time to visit the leaning tower of Pisa.


Leaning Tower of Pisa

One of the things I have learnt from these trips is that for me, feeling part of a team is an important aspect of walks leading for HF Holidays. That is to say, working alongside the other leaders, staff and hotel management to provide a good holiday. It is easier to feel this way when you return to places you've already been. Of course, there has to be a first time, but for 2018, I have applied to lead in places where I have already led.

In a previous blog I wrote about mindfulness and linked to the NHS website where it says: "Becoming more aware of the present moment can help us enjoy the world around us more and understand ourselves better. When we become more aware of the present moment, we begin to experience afresh things that we have been taking for granted."

I have been thinking about this and I agree with it but I don't think there is anything wrong with daydreaming either. Some of my best ideas have come to me when I have been daydreaming. Either whilst walking or in the shower. Sometimes I wake up with ideas so I guess that's nightdreaming.

So my conclusion is that you need both: Mindfulness and Daydreamyness [Is that a word? Ed.] and walking in the mountains gives you opportunities to do both.




Tuesday 4 July 2017

Munrobagging Blog

As I mentioned in my previous blog, here is the link to Sabi's article about the Munrobagging holiday I led for HF Holidays in May.

Tuesday 20 June 2017

Leading Walks from HF Glencoe and Munrobagging with Dorothy around Glen Tilt

On Friday 26th May I drove to Alltschellach, the HF Holidays House in North Ballachulish near Glencoe to lead another Munrobagging week. We have now developed a Munrobagging 2 holiday so this one is now officially Munrobagging 1. I was joined by 8 walkers, 4 men and 4 women, and one of the walkers was a Freelance Journalist - Sabi Phagura. HF invited her onto the holiday to write an article about it which has yet to be be published. Naturally, I will be posting a link to it when it comes out. (Unless it's highly critical of course!). In the meantime, here is Sabi's blog.

Descending Sgurr a' Bhuic
On the Munrobagging holiday we had planned to do ten Munros: Beinn Sgulaird, Stob Ghabhar, Stob a Choire Odhair, Binnein Mor, Na Gruagaichean, Carn Liath, Stob Poite Coire Ardair, Creag Meagaidh, Aonach Beag and Aonach Mor. However, the wind was very strong on Binnein Mor and people were looking a bit cold so I scratched Na Gruagaichean and we went back the way we came. They were a strong walking group and all got on well. We had a good mix of Scottish Weather with some fantastic views as well as wind and rain.

Cold but Sunny on Aonach Beag with Ben Nevis in the background

The next week I was leading a normal Guided Walking week from Alltshellach. HF offers an easier walk, a medium walk and a harder walk each day on their UK holidays. The three leaders share these. I had three Mediums, an Easier and a Harder. Unfortunately, I had to cancel the Harder Walk the night before, because the forecast was for rain and high winds. This was a shame because it was on Bidean nam Bian, one of my favourite mountains. I did get to visit the lovely Island of Lismore and I got up onto the Mamore Ridge again. It always reminds me of the time I did all of them when I was 19! [That's enough nostalgia - Ed.]

After this, I drove over to meet Dorothy off the train at Pitlochry station. We stayed two nights at Pitlochry and climbed An Socach from Baddoch, North of the Glen Shee Ski Centre.

"Is it OK if I just do a quick drawing?"

Bridge over the River Tarf with the Falls of Tarf in the Background


Then we spent 6 nights camping in Glen Tilt and going up another 9 Munros. Here is the entry from my Mountain Leader Training Log. Skip this if you don't want all the technical details:

The next day we drove to the Old Bridge of Tilt Car Park and left the car there. We walked up Glen Tilt and camped near the Falls of Tarf. Next day we went over Caen Creannock to reach An Sgarsoch then on to Carn an Fhidleir (Carn Ealer). Then cross country to cut out An Sgarsoch on the way back. On the next day we went East to ascend Beinn Iutharn Mhor via Fealar Lodge. We skirted across the NW side of Mam nan Carn and ascended Carn an Righ. then down to the wide track and back to the tent via Fealar Lodge. Next day we packed up the tent and walked back down Glen Tilt to camp just North of Marble Lodge. Next day we walked directly across to Carn Liath then along the Beinn a Ghlo ridge over Braigh Coire Chruinn-bhalgain and Carn nan Gabhar. Then over spot height 898 and down to Glen Tilt. We then had 8 km on the wide track to get back to the tent. Next day we walked up the track to Carn a` Chlamain and then across to Beinn Dearg by going round the back of Carn a Chiaraidh and over Elrig`ic an Toisich to the summit of Beinn Dearg. We returned over Carr Feith nan Sac, Beinn a` Chait and Elrig to the tent. On the last day we walked back to the car and drove home.

Spot the tent

Surprisingly lush and green - Glen Tilt
From a wild camping perspective, the weather was very good. We had little rain in the valley and enough of a breeze to keep the midges at bay nearly all the time. However, we had very few views from the summits as there was a blanket of low cloud at about 800m for most of the week. Fantastic navigation practice though. On several occasions I had to get us from one ridge to another or along a ridge in hours of mist. In particular I learnt how easy it is to underestimate how long it takes to cover ground when it is thick heather and/or peat bog.

The River Tilt

Beautiful Example of Devils Matchstick and Pixie Cup Lichen near the Summit of Beinn Dearg

We saw lots of wild flowers and frogs. We also saw newts, voles and a lizard. Only nine more Munros to go now!

One of the things I most enjoyed about the three weeks was the Mindfulness. I only heard of this recently and unfortunately it has already become a bit of a cliché, with no end of mindfulness books now available. A search on Amazon shows up over 25,000 books including "Mindfulness on the Go: Includes 52 cards and a 64-page illustrated book, all in a flip-top box with an easel to display your mindfulness cards" or "Mindfulness for Dogs"!

However - to keep it simple - walking along, looking at the world and being more aware of the present is good for someone like me who probably spends too much time planning ahead and not enough time living in the moment.

Wednesday 17 May 2017

Cape Wrath Trail - Cape Wrath

John, who'd walked from Lands End to John o'Groats last year, had phoned the Rhiconich Hotel to say that he'd had to drop out because of his knees. He'd asked them to let Peter from The Netherlands and I share the parcel he'd sent ahead. 10 Hamlet Cigars anyone? Also some very heavy food. However there were some nice fruit bars. Vultures?

Having checked that there were no military exercises taking place around Cape Wrath I set off for Sandwood Bay.


“Facing straight into the teeth of the North Atlantic, the beach has nearly 1.5 miles of wide pink sand which is flanked by cliffs. To the south stands the impressive sea stack of Am Buachaille, while behind the bay’s large dunes stretches Sandwood Loch - a freshwater loch full of brown trout. The beach is considered to be one of the most unspoilt beaches in the whole of mainland Britain.” – Visit Scotland Website

The walk over to Strathchalleach Bothy was trackless and boggy and it alternated between sunshine and showers making it difficult to know what to wear.


Boggy Trackless Terrain

I dumped my stuff at the Bothy and walked over to Sandwood Bay. It felt like I was flying as I didn't have the heavy rucksack. I had a paddle at the beach and said goodbye to Peter, who was camping at Sandwood Bay
and then returned to the bothy.


Cape Wrath from Sandwood Bay

I was sharing with Andrew, who had walked from Kirk Yetholm, where the Pennine Way finishes - on The Scottish National Trail. Sandra and Steve also arrived, who had been doing the CWT in three stages and had walked from Ullapool despite Sandra's blisters! Andrew got the peat fire going.


Looking back at Sandwood Bay

I started the last leg of my journey to Cape Wrath over some more trackless boggy ground and got to Cape Wrath in time to get the minibus and ferry to take me to Keoldale, leaving a couple of miles walk to Furness.


Cape Wrath Lighthouse


North Coast of Scotland

I was very lucky to be able to do this as the ferry hadn't run on Monday or Tuesday because of the high winds. 

Its been really enjoyable. According to the proprietor of The Ozone Cafe at Cape Wrath about 1 person a day completes the Trail. I don't know how I would have coped if there had been a lot of rain and the rivers had been in spate but that's not what happened. I had amazing weather, walked through beautiful landscape and met some really interesting people. It's been amazing!

The plan now is to go home by bus and then train tomorrow.

Monday 15 May 2017

Cape Wrath Trail - Rhiconich


Quinag from Inchnadamph in the evening.

After a good nights sleep, a substantial dinner and a large cooked breakfast at the Inchnadamph Hotel, the path took me uphill over the bealach (col) below Glas Bheinn then down to Loch Glencoul.


Looking South across Glencoul at Quinag.

It was misty at first making the section after the col an interesting navigational challenge.


However, the path wins Footpath of the Trail Award for its inconspicuousness, its good surface and its gentle gradient.

On the way I passed Eas a’ Chual Aluinn. The name is an English mangling of the original Gaelic which translates as 'waterfall of the beautiful tresses'. At 200m high, this is the highest single-drop waterfall in Britain and when in full flow it is over three times higher than Niagara Falls. A local legend is that a woman threw herself off the cliff to avoid being married to a man she did not love and that as she fell her tresses spread out behind her forming the waterfall.


Eas a' Chual Aluinn

Then after Glencoul Bothy the path roughly follows the line of the Cambrian Quartzite next to the Glencoul Thrust. No. It isn't true that the Glen Cool Thrust is a dance move made famous by a groovy Folk Singer from Kinlochbervie!




This image from http://www.visitsutherland.org/glencoul-thrust-british-geological-survey/ shows how ancient Lewisian Gneiss has been forced on top of younger Quartzite.

At Glencoul Bothy, where I stopped for a break, I met Pierre, a French Canadian doing the CWT. At Glendhu Bothy I met Antoine and Nadine, a French couple who were doing the CWT from Inchnadamph to Cape Wrath in very short stages because they had Artur, their 20 month old son with them! They had him walking as much as possible because he was very heavy to carry.

After a night at Glendhu Bothy, with it actually raining, the next stop was a wild camp by Loch Stack, below Ben Stack. Where Robin Cook the Labour politician who resigned from the Cabinet and as Leader of the House of Commons over the Iraq War, died in 2005.

Ben Stack is a Graham

The next day was a relatively short one alongside the Rhiconich River to reach the Rhiconich Hotel but quite rough walking.

From Rhiconich you can see Foinaven, at just under 3000ft this is a Corbett and like Arkle that I walked past earlier it had a racehorse named after it.


Arkle from the tent by Loch Stack

Foinavon, ridden by John Buckingham, was a rank outsider at odds of 100/1 to win the 1967 Grand National, and his owner Cyril Watkins had such little belief in his chances that he was not even at the course.

Arkle became a national legend in Ireland. His strength was jokingly claimed to come from drinking Guinness twice a day. At one point, the slogan Arkle for President was written on a wall in Dublin. The horse was often referred to simply as "Himself", and the story goes that he received items of fan mail addressed to 'Himself, Ireland'.

We are now in Sutherland where some of the worst Highland Clearances took place. This story from Set Adrift Upon the World: The Sutherland Clearances by James Hunter shows that they didn’t always go quietly.

[Like] the fate which overtook Sheriff-Officer Donald Bannerman when he and two colleagues, Alexander Ross and Alexander MacKenzie, attempted to serve eviction notices on people living in a place called Gruids.To get to Gruids, the three men had taken the ferry that made regular crossings of the River Shin a little way downstream from the present-day village of Lairg. As they approached the Gruids bank, the ferryman, John Murray, well aware of who his passengers were and why they had made the long journey from Golspie, remarked – sarcastically – that a warm welcome doubtless awaited them.

Hearing this, all three asked to be returned to the opposite shore. Murray, however, declined to oblige. Left with no alternative but to disembark, Bannerman and his colleagues did so – only to see, as Bannerman put it, ‘a number of persons, mostly women armed with sticks and cudgels, making towards them’. Soon, said Bannerman, this crowd – about a hundred strong – ‘violently seized’ him. The ‘precepts of removing’, as the sheriff-officer called the documents he had hidden about his person, were quickly found. Then, while one or two of his assailants went to fetch (from a nearby home) an already burning piece of fuel that could be used to kindle a fire, the rest of the ‘mob’, young women to the fore, ‘stripped him naked ... threw him down, and bound his hands behind his back’.

The weather has continued to be incredible, if a little windy and it's hard to believe that I am nearly there!

Friday 12 May 2017

Cape Wrath Trail - Inchnadamph

It was fine weather yet again for the day off in Ullapool. Two nice bookshops seduced me into buying several books. The weather has been amazing for days now!

The next day Dorothy dropped me off at the car park at Inverlael, where she'd picked me up and we said our goodbyes until Thursday week. There was a little bit of drizzle at first but not enough to make it worth putting my waterproof jacket on and it brightened up later. was heading for Gleann Douchary on a forest track but then on pathless terrain.


Waterfall in Glen Douchary

I followed the Northern shore of Loch an Daimh to arrive at Knockdamph Bothy, where I had planned to spend the night but as it was only 2pm I decided to press on for another hour and a half to the Schoolhouse Bothy that has two desks and a blackboard to recreate the atmosphere. Nice touch.


Schoolhouse Bothy

I was sharing the Bothy with 3 other independent Cape Wrath Trail followers: John, who walked from Lands End to John o' Groats last year, Ryan who has left his 'normal' job and does outdoor work now e.g. managing husky teams in Alaska and Peter who is from the Netherlands and is booked into Inchnadamph and Richonich Hotels on the same nights as me.

The next day I  carried on to Oykel Bridge then alongside the River Oykel to camp just beyond Loch Ailsh.

Lovely weather yet again but almost the whole day was walking on 4x4 tracks, which was a bit monotonous.

I stopped to chat to a farming couple who were giving their herd of cows some sort of anti parasite treatment. I said how good it was to see cattle back on the hills as it was more sustainable than the sheep and then deer that followed the Highland Clearances. He said that as those people lived on such squalor with low life expectancy it was the best thing for them. I pointed out that he was making a comparison with today rather than with what life was like in industrial cities like Manchester at the time (early 19th Century). How did I end up having a political argument with a farmer?

John, Ryan, Peter and I camped in the same area, surrounded by bunches of Wild Primroses.


Now we enter the area of the Moine Thrust. This is composed of metamorphic gneisses and schists on top of a series of younger sedimentary rocks. For many years geologists claimed that these rocks had to be in stratigraphic order. However, at the end of the 19th century, two field geologists, Benjamin Peach and John Horne led an expedition through the Scottish Highlands. They suggested that the metamorphic rocks were at one time deep in the Earth and through forces that they were yet to fully understand, these rocks were thrust on top of the younger sedimentary rocks. It was this that led to the theory of thrust tectonics that has held true even until today.

After crossing over the windy col below Conival, which has a Norse name, I followed the Bealach Traligill Fault down into Inchnadamph. By making a small diversion, I visited the Traligill Caves. Traligill means “The valley of the Trolls” in Norse. Limestone is uncommon in Scotland so this area of exposed Limestone and Limestone Caves is very unusual.

The south side of the valley is a cliff of dark grey limestone but the North side is a gently sloping slab of pale grey limestone. The slope is the thrust plane and the older darker rock has been pushed over the younger paler rock. The river follows the thrust plane, often underground.


Lewisian Gneiss overlaying younger Limestone.

Below ground there is an extensive cave system including Uamh an Claonaite, Scotland’s longest cave with over 3km of passages. For a detailed analysis of the cave system go to http://www.snh.org.uk/pdfs/publications/commissioned_reports/F02AC105.pdf


One of the Tralligil caves.



Tuesday 9 May 2017

Cape Wrath Trail - Ullapool

After a substantial breakfast at the Kinlochewe Hotel, Dorothy and I set off past yet another ghastly hydro-electric scheme at the 'Heights of Kinlochewe'. It was another very hot day until a slight breeze built up. We met Daniel from Dusseldorf, who was also doing the CWT. We got the tent set up out of the wind next to Loch an Nid with a great view of An Teallach beyond.


Slioch and Lochan Fada


On the next day we walked up to the ridge and then on to Mullach Choire Mhic Fhearchair (top of the corries of the son of Farquhar). We also climbed Sgurr Ban (white peak) and Beinn a' Chlaidheimh (mountain of the sword). On the way up we walked up a gently sloping slab.


However, by taking a photo at the right angle it looks as if Dorothy is free climbing up a rock face.



After Loch an Nid, I carried on - bypassing Sheneval Bothy. However, Shenavall – A Brief History by Alex Sutherland is worth reading. I carry on down to the A832. This road is known locally as Desolation Road and was built to give employment in the years following the potato famine of 1846. I then carry on to the Ullapool road, past An Teallach and over what I later discovered was the Coffin Road to Inverlael.

An Tealach from Beinn a' Chlaidheimh

Dorothy went South, retracing our steps back to the car. She then drove round to Inverlael to collect me and take us to Ullapool for two days.

Dorothy disappears into the distance


In 1820 about 55 families were evicted from Inverlael and Braemore. Inverbroom and Achindrean were also cleared pre – 1850. Other evictions took place here and there including some in Coigach – one attempt to evict there was unsuccessful because the officers with the warrant were attacked and humiliated by a band of irate women.

In the late 1960’s to early 1970’s low-draft Scandinavian cargo “Klondykers” appeared in Ullapool to buy the herring. They employed many local men to ice the herring caught by the east coast boats which was then taken to Norway, Africa and the Canaries, etc. These boats would then return laden with fruit for the home markets

As the herring again declined around 1975 and the nutritional value of mackerel became apparent, we experienced the amazing sight of up to 70 Eastern Bloc factory ships anchored in Loch Broom and Annat Bay – long before the end of the “Cold War” – and often viewed with disbelief by visitors! On occasions their numbers swelled by Nigerian, Irish, French and even Japanese klondykers, all intent on cashing in on the mackerel bonanza – so once again Ullapool harbour had to be extended to cope with the extra traffic

The klondykers literally were processing factories and the end products were loaded on to reefers to be exported to all parts of the world. They often stayed for 6 months out of each year and their crews could increase the population of Ullapool to over 400! They came ashore in watches, in small orange ‘liberty’ boats to buy up all the goods, which were unavailable in their own countries. Shop owners smiled happily as their stores were quickly emptied of all manner of electrical goods, coffee, cosmetics, ladies tights, etc. and there were even buses laid on to take the crews on shopping trips to Inverness!
In the early days of these visits by the Eastern Bloc ships, the crews had little or no sterling with which to buy our goods, but not to be outdone, they would often be seen on the pavements selling shirts, towels, fur hats and beautifully made model sailing ships. Needless to say, many hotels and homes in Ullapool now boast one of their carefully detailed models.(http://www.ullapool.co.uk/fishermen.html)

Friday 5 May 2017

Cape Wrath Trail - Kinlochewe

From Strathcarron, the route continues North (no surprises there!) alongside the Fionn-arbhainn river and ascends to Bealach Ban. This isn't very far but I had decided to camp here so that I could climb Beinn Liath Mhor (Torridon) (big grey hill) and Sgorr Ruadh (red peak) in the afternoon.

Looking down a Stratcarron and the route I'd followed from the summit of Sgorr Ruadh

It was another lovely warm sunny day with a slight breeze and from the top of these hills I could see The Cuillin Ridge on Skye, trotternish, Liathach, Beinn Eighe, Ben Alligin and all the hills around Loch Mullardoch that Dorothy and I walked on last year. I got back to the tent at about 6:30, just time for dinner and bed.

Bealach Ban


I was up and away at 7.15 from Bealach Ban and I descended to, and crossed the A896. Then right round the back of Ruadh-stac Mor passing near the site of the crashed Lancaster Bomber. This happened in 1951 near the summit of Beinn Eighe. All eight crew from RAF Kinloss died and the difficulties in recovering the bodies led to the formation of RAF Mountain Rescue. In a strange twist to the story in 2008, a climber's fall during an avalanche was arrested by a propeller from the plane and although he was injured he survived.

Liathach at 8am

Torridon Mountains (Flowerdale Forest)

Waterfall at the outflow of Coire Mhic Fhearchair


The going was very difficult once the path ran out. Mile after mile of rocks, heather, and hummocks. However, the views of the Torridon mountains were well worth it and once again, hardly a cloud in the sky.

Finally, I descended into Kinlochewe feeling very tired and with aching feet at 6pm. Definitely the toughest day so far! Lovely to be greeted by Dorothy though when I got to Kinlochewe hotel.

The name Kinlochewe implies that this is the settlement that lies at the head of Loch Ewe. Which is a bit odd as Loch Ewe is the sea loch on which you find Poolewe, some fifteen miles to the north west. The answer lies in the fact that until around 1700 Loch Maree was also called Loch Ewe. The name was changed to commemorate St Mealrubha, who is credited with bringing Christianity to Wester Ross and who had a cell on Isle Maree, one of Loch Maree's islands.

The north east side of Loch Maree is dominated by one of Scotland's most attractive mountains, Slioch or the spear. Today it is natural to think of that shore of the loch as being just as wild as the vast area of mountainous wilderness beyond Slioch. It is odd to realise that for centuries the Slioch side of the loch carried the drove road from Poolewe to markets at Dingwall and Inverness: and it was the south west side of the loch that was the less travelled.

From the early 1600s English ironmasters set up furnaces at Letterewe on the north east shore of Loch Maree and at its eastern end. For over 50 years, iron ore was imported by sea from England for processing, because it was far easier to transport than the vast amount of charcoal needed to process it.

The industry ceased after it has consumed all the readily available woodland in a wide area of Wester Ross. In a sad case of history repeating itself, during the Second World War much of the woodland that had recovered since the 1600s was cut down to make ammunition boxes to support the war effort.