I'm a keen hillwalker and hill-bagger based in Derby, UK. I also enjoy orienteering, running and playing euphonium in a brass band, but those are not likely to feature so often on my blog.
I took a long weekend break in Somerset to visit my parents – perhaps my last such trip with them planning to move north in the autumn! I had an excellent, quiet drive down on the Thursday evening to arrive a little before 10pm and we spent an hour or so chatting before bed. On Friday, Mum and Dad had a couple of appointments and errands to run, while I spent the day working from ‘home’, with a sociable lunch break.
Saturday started, for Dad and me, with Minehead parkrun – a warm and muggy morning and I was disappointed that I could only maintain my target pace of around 3:52/km for the first two km, finally struggling over the line in 20:01, almost thirty seconds slower than the previous week’s run on a hillier course at Cannock Chase. We walked home for second breakfast / morning coffee, and decided on a stroll on Selworthy Beacon for a walk and picnic lunch.
We parked near Selworthy village and followed lanes and bridleways towards East Lynch then up onto the hilltop, enjoying views of Dunkery Beacon and Minehead. We passed the trig point then dropped down a little onto the rugged coast path at East Combe, where we paused for lunch with views over the Bristol Channel to the Brecon Beacons.
Looking towards Dunkery BeaconMum and Dad above East Combe and the Bristol Channel
Afterwards our route continued above Hurlstone Point, then contoured around Bossington Hill (with great views over Porlock Bay) and through the woods back to Selworthy. Route map: https://www.plotaroute.com/route/1966068
Porlock Bay
On Sunday, we had a more leisurely start before heading to the Quantocks for a walk from Holford. The route started up the attractive wooded valley of Hodder’s Combe, then taking the right hand fork up Sheppard’s Combe – more open with heathery slopes – to Bicknoller Post. We continued a short way south along the ridge and paused for lunch near the top of Long Combe, with views towards the Brendon Hills.
Hodder’s CombeLooking down Sheppard’s Combe
As we set off again, a group of wild horses that we’d passed galloped past us and along the ridge as far as we could see – an impressive sight and sound! Our walk continued along the ridge as far as Wilmot’s Pool – almost dry after the warm weather – then dropped down into Lady’s Combe to follow Holford Combe back to the village. Route map: https://www.plotaroute.com/route/1966074
Looking along the ridge, with Minehead and the coast in the distance
After roast lamb for dinner and a bit of television, I got an early night before a dawn drive back to Derby and work on Monday morning. It was good to spend a few days with my parents and catch up with their plans. More photos can be found here: https://photos.app.goo.gl/fM1hc8NPCXgEajhu6
Following on from the ‘Welsh Winter’ meet in January (at which we organised our own accommodation independently due to Covid restrictions), I joined the Gentian Mountaineering and Hillwalking Club again for a more typical weekend trip, staying at the Ceunant Mountaineering Club hut, Ty’n Lon, in Nant Peris. I got an early dinner at home then drove across to Wales, not encountering much traffic and arriving at the bunkhouse in around 2h45. Having settled in and been introduced to the group, we spent the rest of the evening chatting over tea and wine before getting to bed by 11pm-ish.
The next morning we shared a communal breakfast at 7:30am and then made walking plans for the day. Noting that the MWIS forecast said the worst weather would be in the west, I proposed a short drive east to Bethesda for a horseshoe route on the Carneddau. Sheena decided to join me, two others chose a lower-level option near Capel Curig, and the remaining five walked from the bunkhouse up Y Garn and Elidir Fawr (very similar to the route I’d done with Mike and Stuart on the January trip).
We parked on the main street and, after a couple of kilometres making our way up to the top of the village, emerged onto the open hillside. After a slightly boggy and tussocky start, the going soon got easier and, as the ridge to Yr Elen became better defined, turned into a fairly clear path. We made good progress uphill, past the craggy crest of Foel Ganol, then more steeply up the final rocky slopes to emerge very near the summit. We had watched a couple of showers pass over Y Garn and down the Ogwen Valley, and were pleased that they had missed us (but suspected the other group had not been so lucky!). The summit of Yr Elen was a great viewpoint, east to Foel Grach, southeast over Ffynnon Caseg to Carnedd Llewelyn, southwest towards the cliffs of Carnedd Dafydd with Elidir Fawr beyond.
The Y Garn ridge, from above BethesdaSheena on Foel GanolThe summit of Yr Elen, and Carnedd Dafydd beyond
Soon after we set off towards Carnedd Llewelyn, a short but heavy shower passed over, lasting about 15 minutes. Once we reached the top, the rain had stopped, so we paused for lunch in the summit shelter, where we were joined by one other walker who had come up from the south. We were surprised not to see more people up there on a summer Saturday!
Just below the cloud at the summit of Carnedd Llewelyn, with brighter conditions an Anglesey in the distance
From there, our route turned north along the ridge to Foel Grach (in another sleety shower) and then Carnedd Gwenllian (dry again), mostly on a good path, with good views back towards Yr Elen and Carnedd Llewelyn as the weather became sunnier.
Yr Elen
Then we descended west, taking in the attractive rocky tors of Yr Aryg and Bera Bach, then the more rounded (but still rocky) summit of Drosgl. As the afternoon was brightening, we opted for the longer of our two possible descent routes, via Gyrn and Moel Faban, which gave us more excellent views towards the Ogwen Valley and Anglesey.
Looking back from Yr ArygSheena on Bera Bach, and a shower in the Ogwen ValleyLooking over Bethesda to the Glyders in afternoon sunshine
We were back in Bethesda by 4pm and back at the bunkhouse soon after 4:30pm having failed to obtain the updated MWIS forecast (but seen that the regular weather forecast for the Sunday was terrible!). I refreshed with a few cups of tea and a shower, then we all headed next door to the Vaynol Arms for an hour or so, before returning to the bunkhouse to cook dinner and eat. Martin did a tasty chorizo pasta dish for the meat-eaters, and Howard had brought strawberries for dessert.
True to the forecast, it was an increasingly windy night and Sunday dawned very wet. Five of the group had seen enough out of the window by the end of breakfast, and decided to head straight home. The remaining four of us agreed to drive east for an hour or so and reconvene in Llangollen, where it sounded like the weather should be better.
We were in luck, with the rain gradually getting lighter away from the coast. Sheena, Martin and I set off on a longer walk on an improvised route without paper maps, while Ted went for a more leisurely outing. We started by ascending fairly steeply up to Castell Dinas Bran, impressive castle ruins on a hilltop, with good views over the Vale of Llangollen and the hills to the north.
Creigiau Eglwyseg, from Castell Dinas Bran
We dropped down the other side of the hill to pick up the Offa’s Dyke Path along the foot of Creigiau Eglwyseg, impressive limestone cliffs more reminiscent of the Yorkshire Dales than North Wales! We continued as far north as World’s End, with a pause for lunch, then made our way back southwest via lanes and footpaths to Valle Crucis Abbey, from where we could pick up the canal towpath back to Llangollen.
A dry river bed below Creigiau EglwysegSheena and Martin
We enjoyed ice creams as we walked back through town – not how I expected the day to end after the miserable weather at the start – then parted ways. An hour and three quarters of quiet driving brought me back home to Hilton.
A great weekend in the hills with scenic walks, good company and good food, very similar in many ways to the CUHWC trips of student days. Looking forward to a couple more weekend trips in the autumn!
Back in 2019, I spotted and entered an interesting-looking trail race, the “Offa’s Dkye 15”, a linear 15-mile run from Hay-on-Wye to Kington along the Offa’s Dyke Path. Of course, Covid intervened and meant that the 2020 and 2021 editions of the race didn’t take place. So I finally found myself taking part in the race nearly three years after submitting my entry!
The unusually-late race start time of 11am meant I had time to travel across to Kington early on Saturday morning. I had opted for a coach ride from the finish to the start before the race, rather than afterwards, and arrived in town about half an hour before the appointed 9:30 departure. It felt a long drive to Hay-on-Wye, the coach probably taking a significantly longer route than the race, making the run seem quite a daunting prospect! I had half an hour for a quick look around Hay before assembly by the Clock Tower.
The race started by the clock tower in Hay-on-Wye
It proved to be a lovely running route, as I had hoped, following hilly trails and short sections of road, and the weather cooperated with sunny spells and a pleasant breeze to stop it feeling too hot. I’m not at peak fitness at the moment, but managed to keep running every step of the way, overtaking others on each of the major hills, and to finish in 22nd place (out of 193 finishers) in a fraction under 2h10.
Me running near Gladestry
I had some refreshments, then set off home. After an hour of driving, my legs were starting to get stiff, so I paused for a short walk near Church Stretton, taking the opportunity to pop up The Lawley, one of the steep-sided hills east of the valley. It offered good views of the Long Mynd and Caer Caradoc to the south, Wenlock Edge to the east, and The Wrekin to the northeast. When I got home, it also turned out to have been my 1000th HuMP!
With Covid no longer restricting movements and gatherings, it was more-or-less back to normal for Spring Bank Holiday week this year, with a camping trip to the Highlands. What wasn’t normal was that a few friends were joining me for the start of the trip for my long-awaited final Corbett!
One long-term benefit of Covid has been the introduction of the option to work from home (although I rarely choose to do so!). Defining Ruth’s house as home for the day helped get my trip off to a good start by putting me north of the Manchester traffic before the Friday rush hour. Consequently, I had a good drive up to the Highlands, with a pause for dinner at the Real Food Cafe in Tyndrum, arriving in Glen Nevis to set up camp at around 8pm. With Alison and Iain not due to arrive until late evening, I headed to the pub for the rest of the evening to read and plan for the week’s walking.
Saturday was quite a bright day. Alison is also bagging Corbetts, and had proposed we walk up two Ardgour hills south of Glenfinnan. Ruth and I had done those two in combination with a third Corbett, so the shorter walk gave the opportunity for a different horseshoe with a totally new descent route for me. We parked by the bridge at Callop and set off south along the track. Soon it was time to turn off the valley path and head up the ridge of Meall na Cuartaige – pathless but fairly easy going with good views south into Ardgour. Once over the minor top, we continued up the ridge to the day’s first Corbett, Sgorr Craobh a’ Chaorainn.
Sgurr GhiubhsachainLooking over Ardgour towards Sgurr Dhomhnuill
From there, it was a fairly easy traverse along the ridge to Sgurr Ghiubhsachain, with a few steep slabs to negotiate towards the top. The summit gave excellent views over Loch Shiel into Moidart.
Looking over Loch Shiel into Moidart
We descended the rocky north ridge to the fishing complex at Geusachan, then followed the tracks along the loch shore and through the forest back to Callop. Route map: https://www.plotaroute.com/route/1922867
Alison and Iain on the descent ridge above Loch Shiel
Once back in camp in Glen Nevis, and showered and changed, it was not long before my other guests started to arrive: Jeff, Helen and Ashleigh having paused for the night in the Southern Uplands and broken their drives by Loch Lomond and in Glen Coe; Ruth and Josh having done a walk up Beinn Dorain and Beinn an Dothaidh on the way up; Alan having driven across from Edinburgh after a morning parkrun. Jeff and Helen had offered to host a barbecue by their campervan (formerly Dave and Jo’s!), which gave a good chance for everyone to meet and eat together.
Jeff barbecuing
Sunday was Corbett completion day. We decided to be green and travel together in two cars to Gleann Dubh Lighe, starting the walk just after 9am and glad to get moving out of the midges after faffing with boots and gaiters in the sheltered forest car park. The first few kilometres were on large tracks up the valley, with a short pause to look around the bothy before continuing up to the bridge at the head of the mapped track.
Pretty cascades on the Dubh LigheLooking up the glen to Streap (the flat-looking top left of centre, surprisingly!)
From there, it was a fairly steep and unrelenting climb of 600m or so up short grass all the way to the ridge at Meall an Uillt Chaoil. Some found it tougher than others, but we all reconvened on that first top, taking the chance to admire the views south to Loch Shiel and the previous day’s Corbetts, and west over the less-often-seen Loch Beoraid. The ridge ahead to Streap, over the intervening top of Stob Coire na Cearc, was also impressive.
Jeff on the ascentIain on the ridgeLooking towards Loch Shiel and the previous day’s hills
We made our way north along the undulating ridge, pausing for a lunch break on Stob Coire nan Cearc, and before too long were on the final grassy arete approaching the summit. Having had a few spots of rain on-and-off as we climbed, it was great that the sun came out for a few minutes on the summit as we enjoyed champagne in plastic cups and took a few photos.
Getting closer to StreapMe before the final grassy areteOpening the champagne on my final Corbett, Streap! (Helen at the ready with plastic cups)Group photo (minus Alan, who took it) – Ashleigh, Jeff, Ruth, Iain, me, Helen, Josh and Alison
Once we’d savoured the moment, aware that our dinner was booked for 6pm in Glen Nevis, we pressed on along the easier ridge east to Streap Comhlaidh, which just required a short re-ascent. Then it was a steep grassy descent back into the valley, thankfully quite pleasant underfoot with more short grass and no major tussocks or awkward bog. An ATV track led us back to the bridge and the firmer tracks from there back to the cars, which we reached at around 6pm. We called the Glen Nevis Restaurant to check that they would be happy to hold our booking, and headed straight there. A good hearty and sociable meal to end the day and conclude the celebrations.
Setting off from StreapGlen Nevis Restaurant
Streap had proven to be a great choice of final hill – a fine day’s hillwalking, typical of the best of the Corbetts, with dramatic views in all directions , and not particularly difficult ground – enough to challenge the less experienced of my companions but to be unmanageable for them. Route map: https://www.plotaroute.com/route/1922876
Most of the others departed on Monday morning: Jeff and Helen back home; Ruth and Josh towards Arisaig for a few days; Alan up to Glen Shiel and Glen Elchaig for a couple of days more Corbett-bagging. Ashleigh wanted a rest day, so I left her with a suggestion to visit the viaduct and memorial at Glenfinnan, and went off myself to bag a couple of Munro Tops northeast of Aonach Mor.
I started my walk at the Nevis Range ski / mountain biking centre, which I had visited for Fort William parkrun at Easter. The first couple of kilometres were zigzagging up the forest tracks. Then, as the gondola had not yet opened for the day and there were not yet any downhill bikers, I walked up the lower part of the black trail to easily escape the forest and get onto the ridge of Meall Breac. From there it was a fairly easy ascent, parallel with the bike route, with some good views over Loch Linnhe and towards Carn Mor Dearg, and on up to the lift station.
Loch Linnhe and Loch Eil
From there, I improvised a route traversing east across the ridge of Aonach an Nid and then through the valley to gain the ridge of Tom na Sroine. This gave easier going up to its 918m summit, the first of my Munro Top objectives for the day. The walking was rockier, with dramatic crags on the left hand side, for the continuation up to the second Top, Stob an Chul-Choire. There were impressive views of the Grey Corries to the east, and of the eastern crags of Aonach Mor, with many snow patches remaining, to the west.
Stob an Chul-Choire, and Aonach Mor on the right
Once over the Munro Top, the final bealach gave very dramatic views south towards Aonach Beag, the summit of which was stuck resolutely in cloud all day. I hadn’t been sure what to expect of the final climb up to Aonach Mor. It proved to be straightforward, mostly on short grass, easily avoiding a couple of snow patches and with a little mild scrambling in places, emerging very close to the summit cairn. I continued west a few paces to enjoy lunch overlooking Carn Mor Dearg and the north face of Ben Nevis, watching a shower approach over Glen Spean as I ate!
Aonach BeagBen Nevis, from my lunch spot on Aonach Mor
Soon after I continued walking, the shower arrived, and at 1200m turned out to be of snow rather than rain! It was only light though, and only lasted 10 minutes or so. I followed the ridge down over rough ground, back to Meall Breac and parallel with the bike track (now in light use) back down to the car park. Another good day out, actually more interesting and less awkward tops than I’d expected! I bet very few of the visitors to Aonach Mor make the detour to those ones! Route map: https://www.plotaroute.com/route/1922883
In the evening, Ashleigh and I cooked in camp then went to the pub for the rest of the evening. The next morning, she was feeling energetic enough for a short walk. I suggested we take a bit of a road-trip west onto the Ardnamurchan peninsula, where I had had my eyes on the short walk up Ben Hiant for some time! We took a scenic drive along the coast to the Corran Ferry, then over to Strontian and along the shore of Loch Sunart, pausing in Salen for photographs.
Salen Bay
A few more miles along the minor road brought us to a good viewpoint over the beach at Camas nan Geall to Ben Hiant, which was grassier than I expected of a geologist’s mecca! It was not much further up the road to the highest point of the pass, from where we started our walk. A path gave easy walking all the way up the ridge to the summit. Sadly, although we started in the dry, light but persistent rain soon came over and lasted for an hour or so, until a bit after we’d left the summit. We had better views on the descent when it cleared out again, particularly north towards Rum and Eigg, and Skye in the distance. Route map: https://www.plotaroute.com/route/1926556
Camas nan Geall, and Ben Hiant beyondAshleigh at the summit of Ben Hiant, with rain over Loch SunartLooking north to Rum, Eigg and Skye
Once back at the car, we continued west to the end of the road and had a look around the lighthouse at the end of the headland – the most westerly point on mainland Britain. The sun was shining by this point, giving great views over the sea to the islands, and we enjoyed an ice cream at the café before starting the drive back to Glen Nevis. We passed through a pretty torrential rainstorm on the way from Acharacle to Lochailort though! In the evening, we didn’t feel like cooking in the rain so went out for a curry in Fort William, then back to the pub for hot chocolates.
Ardnamurchan Lighthouse
Ashleigh departed home on Wednesday morning, and I also packed up camp ready to set off on a one-night backpacking expedition from Glen Elchaig over a few new Grahams and Munro Tops. After a quick stop at Morrison’s to buy provisions, a couple of hours’ drive brought me to my starting point at the head of the road at Camas-luinie to set off walking just before noon.
My first objective was Carnan Cruithneachd, a steep and rocky Graham on the south side of the valley. Rather than follow the track up and then have to ford the wide river, I followed the south bank of the river right up as far as the Allt Ban an Li-ruighe, and was surprised to find a fair path even beyond the house at Coille-righ – a good choice! Once easily across that tributary stream, I struck diagonally uphill to pick up the stalkers’ path making a rising traverse around the west of the hill – clearly very little used but easily visible on the ground and still a good aid to progress. There were good views back down the valley.
Glen Elchaig
The final approach to the summit was pathless but fairly easy over short heather, with attractive crags to weave through. The summit itself gave excellent views in all directions, and I could see most of the ground I would cover on the remainder of my expedition over the Munros of Sgurr nan Ceathreamhnan and An Socach.
The view towards An Socach and Sgurr nan CeathreamhnanLooking towards Beinn Fhada
After a late lunch, I continued by dropping southeast over the moorland to reach the path over Bealach na Sroine, which I followed down to the Abhainn Gaorsaic above the Falls of Glomach. Sadly I didn’t get any views of the falls this time, and I didn’t fancy a detour with already a strenuous route planned. It wasn’t tricky to cross the river above its confluence with the Allt Coire-lochain, after which it was a fairly steep and tiring climb up grass onto the ridge of Creag nan Clachan Geala. I followed the ridge all the way up to my next objective, the West Top of Sgurr nan Ceathreamhnan (a new Munro Top for me), enjoying the views into Kintail.
Coire Lochan
By the time I’d made the pleasant traverse over to the Munro summit and back, it was around 6pm, and I still had a few miles and undulations to cover to reach my planned camp, but the evening was brightening and of course there were many hours of daylight still available so that didn’t matter.
A’ Chraileag and Ciste DhubhBeinn Fhada and Kintail, from Sgurr nan Ceathreamhnan
The ridge north included three more new Munro Tops: Stuc Bheag, Stuc Mor and Stuc Fraoch Choire, offering good views over Coire Lochan and Loch a’ Fhraoich-choire as well as back up to the Munro. A localised shower passed over An Socach but thankfully missed me by some distance! I continued over the lower tops of Creag Ghlas and Sgurr na h-Eide before dropping down fairly steeply to camp near the summit of the pass past Loch an Droma – a very secluded spot where I expected to see nobody all night and was not disappointed! There was some good soft, dry grass for camping, a good stream for obtaining water, and not many midges. Route map: https://www.plotaroute.com/route/1926558
Lochan a’ Fhraoich-choire, and the shower over An SocachAn Socach and Loch Mullardoch, and my camping spot in the close valleyWild camp below Sgurr na h-Eide
After a good night’s sleep, I was up fairly early the next day and all packed up by 7:40am. It was only a short climb north to my next objective, the Graham, Carn na Breabaig – not a dramatic hill but a good viewpoint over Glen Elchaig and Loch Mullardoch in particular.
Loch MullardochLoch Mhoicean and An Socach
As the weather was sunny and calm, I decided to take the longer option and walk up to An Socach rather than traversing its slopes. Some hints of path made the going easier on the fairly long ascent, and the effort was rewarded by more excellent views in all directions, including of Skye and Torridon in the distance.
The summit of An Socach, looking towards An RiabhachanAonach Buidhe, with Rum and Skye in the distance
A large descent and small re-ascent brought me to my final hill of the expedition, An Cruachan, which must be one of the remotest Grahams. It’s a great wild viewpoint over Loch Monar and the bigger hills beyond, particularly in the sunshine I was enjoying that day.
Lurg Mhor and Maoile Lunndaidh, from An CruachanLoch Monar and the Strathfarrar Munros
That just left the long walk back out through the valley, gently uphill initially to Loch Mhoicean in the saddle. As I descended to Iron Lodge, I was surprised that another walker dropped onto the path from the slopes of the Corbett, Aonach Buidhe. He had cycled most of the way in and stashed his bike at the lodge. For me, it was an easy but long-feeling 12km of track walking all the way back to Camas-luinie. Route map: https://www.plotaroute.com/route/1926564
Back at the car, I drove the short distance down the glen to Ardelve, where I set up camp for the night before heading off to nearby Drumbuie to catch up with Amy for an hour or so, as she hadn’t been able to find childcare to enable her to attend my Corbett completion. I picked up a take-away pizza for dinner on my way back to camp on what became a disappointingly damp evening!
Friday was the final day of my trip. I packed up promptly as I wanted to fit in a short walk as well as the long drive home. The beautiful morning merited a short pause at Morvich to take a photograph over the loch.
The loch at Morvich
About 90 minutes later I was back at Fort William, and a few minutes more brought me to Inchree, just near the Corran Ferry. My objective was the Graham, Beinn na Gucaig, which was an easy walk up and down the gentle southwest ridge, surprisingly featuring a small path most of the way! There were more good sunny views over Loch Linnhe and towards Glen Coe. Route map: https://www.plotaroute.com/route/1927815
Loch Linnhe and Garbh Bheinn
The drive home went smoothly, stopping for a break and dinner at Ruth’s house and reaching Hilton by 9pm. All set for a weekend of brass banding to celebrate the Queen’s Platinum Jubilee!
In conclusion, a super week in the Highlands with lots of the good weather that I associate with Spring Bank Holiday trips but cannot be relied upon! It was great to reach the end of my Corbett project with a dramatic walk up a fitting final hill with a good group of friends, even if most of my formerly-regular hillwalking companions aren’t available for such things at the moment thanks to having young children to entertain! Looking to the future, ticking off six Munro Tops in the week leaves me with only four left (all scrambles: three on Skye and one on Liathach), and four new Grahams takes me to 60 in total. I guess the Grahams will be my main Scottish project for the next ten years or so!
My parents visited me for the weekend, on their way back from a few days with Ruth. As usual, we went out for day-walks in the Peak District, making the most of the good weather.
On the Saturday, we chose a walk on the eastern gritstone Edges, starting on the Longshaw Estate. This gave a good opportunity for a spot of local-ish parkrun tourism on the way up: three laps of the lake at Poolsbrook, near Chesterfield. Mum and Dad walked one lap in the other direction as I ran, so were able to cheer me on at several points!
Afterwards, our walking route started by heading south along White Edge, with great views over the Derwent Valley to the Dark Peak moors.
Dad and Mum on White Edge
We then descended slightly to Curbar Gap to return north via Curbar Edge and Froggatt Edge, looking really pretty with the wind-carved rocks, spring colours and sunny spells.
Looking down to Curbar villageCurbar Edge
For Sunday’s walk, we stayed a little closer to home, starting in Monyash. The route started across the pastures to Magpie Mine, then dropped down into Lathkill Dale for the return leg.
Dad and Mum at Magpie MineDropping into Lathkill DaleThe rocky, narrowest section of Lathkill Dale
It was great to see my parents for the first time since Christmas and to get out on a couple of scenic walks together. Looking forward to visiting them in Somerset in July!
A few of us from the RR Band running group started the day visiting Ashbourne Recreation Ground parkrun, only in its second week. Not as tedious as might be expected for a three-lapper, thanks to the mixed terrain: around some playing fields, along the back of a pond, and back through some more formal gardens.
Afterwards, I continued a little further into the Peak District for a few hours’ walk from Chelmorton. I started by heading east over Sough Top, an Ethel that I realised I had not quite been to the summit of, as the footpath misses it by a short distance. Then I dropped down into Taddington, and continued northeast over the pastures and through High Dale to reach the Monsal Trail.
Looking over Taddington into Monsal DaleLooking east down Miller’s Dale
I followed the cycle path west for a couple of kilometres, then dropped down into the bottom of Miller’s Dale to pickup the riverside path through the ever-scenic Chee Dale, particularly pretty in today’s sunshine and with the vibrant greens of all the fresh spring foliage.
Viaduct’s over Miller’s DaleChee DaleStepping stones along the gorge
From there, it was just a short walk up Deep Dale and through more pastures back to Chelmorton.
I took a weekend trip to the Lake District to participate in the first of this year’s Kong Mini Mountain Marathons, held on the Sunday in Kentmere. Leaving home on Saturday morning, I broke the journey with another parkrun just off the M6, this time Haigh Woodland, near Wigan. It was a lovely sunny morning for a run and the perfect time of year to visit this parkrun, with the bluebells in flower in the woods. Considering the course is a pretty accurate 5km distance and features around 80m of ascent, all in the second half, I was pleasantly surprised to reach the finish in 20:04, which seemed a little better than my recent form. I hoped I hadn’t tired out the legs excessively before the following day’s endurance race!
The finish area at Haigh Woodland parkrun
After parkrun, I pottered on to Arnside Knott, where I met the Patricks around midday in the upper car park. We spent a couple of hours pottering up to the summit at toddler pace, which gave a good opportunity to catch up for the first time this year. There were good views over the estuary into the Lake District, and inland towards the Howgill Fells.
Looking over the Kent estuaryLooking towards the Howgill FellsEmma, Ian and dufflings at the summit of Arnside Knott
I spent the rest of the day relaxing at Ruth’s house. In the evening, Andrena and Joe joined us for a chiminea barbecue – bonus opportunity to catch up with a couple more Old Duffers.
Sunday started fairly early as I had chosen a start time around 8:30am from Kentmere village, and the event parking was a mile down the valley from there. The day again dawned bright, clear and calm, but thankfully some high level cloud formed in the first hour of my run and prevented it getting too warm! My chosen route was up the Garburn Pass to the ridge then over Ill Bell to High Street, then down via Nan Bield to Mardale Head. From there, I reascended steeply to Gatesgarth Pass and a short way down the other side, then went over the ridge of Harter Fell and down to Kentmere Reservoir, and down the valley back to the village. A total of around 28km and 1600m ascent, and well-judged as I finished with just 29 seconds of the four-hour time limit to spare! A really enjoyable mountain run and excellent views throughout, but no time for photographs! I was pleased to finish in 10th place out of 129, my best result at a Kong event to date. You can see my route here: https://www.kongmmm.routegadget.co.uk/rg2/#11&route=50010
I took a couple of days off work to join Ruth for a six-day long-weekend Easter break in the Highlands, based at the campsite in Roybridge. A prompt finish at work on the Tuesday afternoon and favourable traffic conditions got me into camp at a fairly civilised 10:30pm. I was glad that Ruth had arrived earlier and got the tent set up before it had started raining though!
On Wednesday, the forecast was for a grey start, with the cloud gradually lifting off the higher summits. We decided to start the trip with a walk on the Creag Meagaidh range, the main bagging objective being the far eastern Munro Top, Stob Coire Dubh. We ascended by the main Munro-baggers’ path up Carn Liath, entering the cloud at around 800m, then followed the easy-angled ridge down and back up to the Munro Top, also in the cloud but at least offering some kind of view over its corniced eastern corrie.
Looking into Coire Ardair from Na Cnapanan
We retraced our steps to Carn Liath, crossing a couple of large snowfields, then continued west over various other tops to the second Munro, Stob Poite Coire Ardair. We used our ice axes for security on a couple of the steeper slopes, but did not need crampons on the fairly soft snow. Even down at the bealach known as ‘The Window’, we had not dropped out of the cloud, so we opted to descend via Coire Ardair rather than head up onto Creag Meagaidh itself. A good covering of snow in the head of the corrie made for an enjoyable descent, breaking free of the cloud after a while to reveal impressive views of the celebrated cliffs and gullies to the south. From there, it was easy path walking all the way back to Aberarder. Route map: https://www.plotaroute.com/route/1877040
Lots of snow at the head of Coire ArdairThe crags of Coire Ardair
We drove to Fort William to pick up supplies for the week at Morrison’s, before returning to camp for the night.
The next day, the forecast cloud level was lower, so we chose a route that would keep us fairly low for much of the day, but still tick off a Munro Top on Beinn Eibhinn. We caught the morning train from Roybridge station in to Corrour, and spent the next couple of hours walking along the south shore of Loch Ossian, with good views over the water to Beinn na Lap, and up the lower parts of Uisge Labhair.
Beinn na Lap across Loch Ossian
From there it was a fairly steep climb up to the Munro Top, Meall Glas Choire, which was just in the cloud. We continued up the ridge to the summit of Beinn Eibhinn, crossing a few more large snow patches on the way, then retraced our steps and descended via Mullach Coire nan Nead (which I had visited previously). Part way down from there to the minor top of Creagan an Amair, we dropped back out of the cloud, to reveal the best views of the day, over Strath Ossian and Loch Ossian.
Strath Ossian
Once back at the Lodge, it was just a few miles of easy track walking back along the north side of the loch to the station. We arrived with a little over half an hour to spare before the mid-afternoon northbound train was due, and it turned out to be running about half an hour late anyway. Nevertheless, we were soon back in Roybridge to cook and then head to the pub for an evening drink. Route map: https://www.plotaroute.com/route/1877046
The weather looked more promising again on Friday, with a 90% chance of cloud free Munros by late morning, so we decided to head up onto the Grey Corries, where I needed to bag another two Munro Tops. Driving up the Lairig Leacach track a mile or so beyond Corriechoille meant the initial track approach wasn’t too long. It seemed a long way up the broad northern slopes to Stob Coire Gaibhre, in the cloud again. From there, the gradient and terrain was much easier up the ridge towards Stob Choire Claurigh. A little short of the summit, we diverted off the main ridge to follow the easterly spur to Stob Coire na Ceannain, the other Top I needed to bag. This ridge offered pleasant easy scrambling and a good feeling of exposure despite the lack of visibility! Luckily there was no snow on the crest to make it tricky.
The rocky ridge to Stob Coire na Ceannain
Having returned to the main ridge, it was only a few minutes’ further climb to the first Munro. Disappointingly, the cloud didn’t show any sign of clearing as we continued west over the various tops to the second Munro, Stob Coire an Laoigh, but the well defined rocky and snowy crest of the ridge made for an enjoyable walk anyway.
The snowiest section of the Grey Corries ridge
The wind was a bit too chilly to linger for a long time in hope of improvement, so we descended north via Beinn na Socaich, intermittently breaking out of the cloud there to give some views over the corniced eastern crags. An easy descent of the northern slopes and a more awkward crossing of the Allt Choimhlidh below the small hydro dam brought us back onto the forestry tracks that led back to the car. Even by then, the cloud hadn’t properly cleared the ridge, with only a couple of the lower saddles appearing below the cloud base. Better luck next time! Route map: https://www.plotaroute.com/route/1877049
The best views we got towards Aonach Beag
Saturday was another day with a better forecast in the afternoon. That meant there was plenty of time in the morning for me to take the short trip to Nevis Range for a run at Fort William parkrun. This is an attractive course on the forest tracks and trails, mostly downhill in the first half but inevitably mostly uphill to the finish!
Afterwards, we opted to head to nearby Graham, Cnap Cruinn. We had previously walked half way up one very wet and windy early-January day a few years ago, so hoped for more favourable conditions to motivate us to complete the ascent this time! It turned out to be the clearest afternoon of the trip so far, with most of the surrounding Munro summits clearing at least some of the time. The hill was just high enough for the summit ridge to offer easy walking on short heather, so we made the effort to walk along to the northern end and enjoy the views before descending back to Inverlair. Route map: https://www.plotaroute.com/route/1877052
Ruth on Cnap Cruinn, with views of the Loch Treig Munros
On Sunday, we had another leisurely morning in the campsite, reading and relaxing as the weather improved. Around 11am, I set off up the valley for walk over the two attractive Grahams south of Loch Laggan, Binnein Shios and Binnein Shuas. Ruth was suffering with a sore knee so opted for a proper rest day. I was surprised to find that the layby at the foot of the track into Corrour was almost full – popular with mountain bikers I think.
I followed the advice in the Graham guidebook and headed for the further peak first, following the forestry tracks around the back of Loch Laggan before making the very rough ascent through tussocky grass onto the ridge of Binnein Shios. As I got above the bealach, the ground improved a little, but it was still quite hard going all the way to the top, with lots of dispiriting false summits! It was worth it for the views over Loch Laggan to Creag Meagaidh though, as well as over Lochan na h-Earba and along the ridge to Binnein Shuas.
Loch Laggan and Creag MeagaidhCreag Pitridh and Binnein Shuas
I found slightly better trods on the way down to the col, and the re-ascent the other side was on easier grassy ground. Good visibility made it easy to determine the best route up between the large crags onto the upper terraces of the second hill, which had lots of interesting rocky outcrops to appreciate, and good views back to Binnein Shios. It was only a short descent west to rejoin the track to the car, and the full descent took less than an hour. Route map: https://www.plotaroute.com/route/1879967
Approaching the summit of Binnein Shuas
On the final morning of the trip, Ruth again chose to rest while I nipped up another nearby Graham, Creag Dhubh. This was a very short walk of only about 2.5km from the small car park by the chapel of Cille Choirill, and quite fast going as the slopes were fairly gentle and mostly short grass. The mist was swirling around most of the surrounding Munros, but broke for long enough to give decent views of the Grey Corries and Aonach Mor, as well as the Loch Treig Munros. Soon I was back at the car to start the drive back to Ruth’s house in Natland. Route map: https://www.plotaroute.com/route/1879968
The Loch Treig Munros and Aonach Mor, from Creag Dhubh
Ruth was back at work on the Tuesday, while Rolls-Royce had a day of fixed holiday, so I stayed the Monday night at her house and spent the Tuesday morning tackling a three-hour MapRun score course on the outlying fells around Staveley, set up by Saunders as a training exercise for their main Mountain Marathon later in the year. Very enjoyable in the sunshine, although pretty exhausting as I haven’t done a three hour run or any run this hilly for several months! I was pleased to finish in second place, out of the 51 people who’ve had a go at the course since it was published in January. Clear flowing motorways made for an easy drive back to Derby after lunch at Ruth’s house.
Overall, not a bad week in the Highlands despite the disappointing cloud levels. It was generally dry and the winds were mostly light, and I ticked off four new Munro Tops (only 10 to go now!) and four new Grahams (taking me past a quarter done), as well as revisiting various Munros and Tops.
I took advantage of an empty weekend to tick off some Marilyns in the unfamiliar terrain of the Forest of Dean and Herefordshire. Travelling from home on the Saturday morning, I broke my journey in Redditch for a run at Arrow Valley parkrun, a flat course of two differing laps around a lake, and was pleased to finish comfortably inside my current target of 20 minutes.
Another hour’s driving then took me to May Hill Village, from where it was only a short ascent to the hill of the same name. Once I’d taken in the views, I headed west, following a section of the Wysis Way as I made my way over a couple of lower ridges to Mitcheldean, then through the woods to Drybrook and up to the summit of Ruardean Hill, where a marker proclaimed it to be the highest point in the Forest of Dean. I descended south through the woods then followed the Gloucestershire Way most of the way back to May Hill Village. Route map: https://www.plotaroute.com/route/1870223
Looking back to May HillDrybrook
On my way to my Airbnb in Fownhope, I paused for a short walk up Seagar Hill, which proved to be an excellent viewpoint for the Malvern Hills. Route map: https://www.plotaroute.com/route/1870227 Once I’d settled in to my accommodation, had a couple of cups of tea and showered, I enjoyed a pub dinner at the New Inn before bed.
The Malvern Hills, from Seager Hill
Sunday dawned just as sunny as Saturday had been. I started the day with a short walk on Aconbury Hill, surprisingly owned by the Duchy of Cornwall, which is covered in attractive forest and has extensive defensive earthworks near the summit. Route map: https://www.plotaroute.com/route/1870229
On the ridge of Aconbury Hill
Then I drove further west to Grosmont. I had a quick look around the castle before starting off on my walk up Graig Syfyrddin, the Welsh name befitting its location just west of the border. The ascent was through a mixture of forest and pasture, and gave good views of Garway Hill (which I would visit later) and towards the Black Mountains. Lots of fallen trees and branches in the woods provided evidence of the recent stormy weather. Route map: https://www.plotaroute.com/route/1870238
Looking up to Garway Hill from Grosmont CastleYsgyryd Fawr, the Sugar Loaf, and the Black Mountains, from Graig SyfyrddinHay Bluff in the distance
It was only a very short drive to Kentchurch for the start of my final walk of the day, up Garway Hill. I chose a clockwise loop, traversing north of the hill then following the Herefordshire Trail south over the summit and back to the start point. Although not as high as Graig Syfyrddin, the hill felt wilder thanks to the unimproved moorland terrain at the top. Once again, I enjoyed views towards the Black Mountains as well as some of the other peaks I’d visited this weekend. Route map: https://www.plotaroute.com/route/1870242
Looking west from Garway Hill towards Graig Syfyrddin and the Black MountainsBlossom on the descent from Garway Hill
Six Marilyns bagged over the two days (five in England and one in Wales) takes me to 747 in total. I only have 25 to go in England now, mostly near the south coast, plus a few in West Cumbria and Northumberland.
After a couple of sunny weekends distracted by running and orienteering, I finally managed to keep a day clear for a good walk in the Peak District, a clockwise round of part of the Woodlands Valley. The start of British Summer Time unwelcomely shortened my sleep by an hour, but I needed to be out early to bag a parking place in the popular layby at Ashopton!
After a couple of kilometres around the shore of Ladybower Reservoir and across the dam, I was soon climbing steeply up Parkin Clough onto Win Hill. There were quite a few people about already this sunny morning, fellrunning, mountain biking and walking. A bit of early haze seemed to gradually clear as I continued over Hope Brink and past Hope Cross, up onto the eastern end of Kinder Scout, giving good views up Edale and towards Derwent Edge.
Ladybower Reservoir and Derwent Edge, from Win HillEdale
I walked along the northern edge of the plateau, along Blackden Edge, around the head of Blackden Brook, then along Seal Edge. After the busy bridleways over Win Hill, this was a real contrast, almost totally deserted!
Alport Dale, from Blackden EdgeBlackden Edge
I then descended beside Fair Brook, which was dry at the top but had some attractive cascades lower down.
Fair Brook
After a short section up the (currently closed) Snake Pass past the (former) Snake Inn, I re-ascended through the forest to pick up the traversing footpath to Hayridge Farm, pausing for a lunch break on Cowms Moor. Soon I was at the foot of Alport Dale, which I ascended to reach Alport Castles, before following the ridge back to the southeast over Rowlee Pastures and Crook Hill, pretty much back to the car.
Looking over the Hope Cross ridge towards Mam Tor
A lovely day to be out on a long walk in the hills.
With a few more days of 2021 annual leave to use up before Easter, I took Friday off for a long weekend of hillwalking in the Lakes, based at Ruth’s house. After the wet and windy weather on her visit to mine two weeks ago, I was pleased that she had not laid on the same treat for me, with dry and bright conditions expected for all three days!
On the Friday, the best of the sunshine sounded like it would be in the south, so I headed to Coniston for an anticlockwise round of the fells. My ascent route to Wetherlam was a little indirect, following the valley up to Levers Water – passing an impressive waterfall that I was not convinced I’d seen before – then heading up the rocky south ridge of Black Sails. I was in sunshine but I could see that the Scafell group was intermittently in the cloud, while Helvellyn was still well enveloped.
The waterfall below Levers WaterLooking towards the Old Man, from Black Sails
From Wetherlam, it was pretty much the standard route via Swirl How to Great Carrs, where I paused for lunch, then on to Grey Friar, by which time even Helvellyn had cleared, looking much snowier than anything else. On the Coniston Fells there was just a light dusting on the tops, gradually reducing to be just the northern slopes as the sun melted the rest.
Looking over Great Carrs to the Scafell range, from Swirl HowThe Matterhorn Rock, on Grey Friar, with Helvellyn in the distance
I continued south along the ridge, with the cold breeze behind me, to Brim Fell, the Old Man, and finally to Dow Crag. From there I dropped down to the Walna Scar road and followed that back to the village.
The snowy north face of the Old Man of Coniston
Ruth joined me on Saturday for a big walk from Seathwaite at the head of Borrowdale – not a place I have often visited since it used to be the base of our CUHWC New Year trips all those years ago! We ascended via Sour Milk Gill to gain the rocky south ridge of Base Brown, soon escaping the frosty valley into the warmer sunshine and enjoying the views north down the valley towards Derwent Water.
Borrowdale from Base Brown
We continued up the ridge to Green Gable, a particularly fine viewpoint in these clear conditions, with Great Gable looming overhead, and longer-distance views west down Ennerdale, northwest to Grasmoor, north to Skiddaw and Blencathra, east to the Langdale Pikes and Helvellyn range, and south to the Scafell range. As yesterday, the northern slopes were white with a thin layer of snow, with most of the rest of the terrain clear.
Great Gable, Kirk Fell and PIllarRuth on Green Gable, looking towards the Scafell range
A short drop to Windy Gap was followed by a short but steep climb up to the summit of Great Gable, where we didn’t linger long in the cold wind before dropping back down again to Styhead Pass. There we picked up the Corridor Route, with excellent views of Piers Gill and Lingmell, to eventually reach the tourist path that led us to the summit of Scafell Pike – a busy spot as usual! We continued along the rocky ridge in search of shelter, eventually finding somewhere good for lunch on the way up Great End.
Looking over Styhead Pass from Great GableLingmell
From there, we dropped down to Esk Hause before re-ascending a short distance to Allen Crags and continuing north along the ridge to Glaramara. Descending northwest, we were surprised to find the iciest conditions of the day on the short down-scramble off the summit – tricky enough that, without winter gear, we opted to head back up and bypass the crags to the north. To add to the late excitement, my glasses unexpectedly lost a screw so, having retrieved the lens but inevitably failed to find screw itself, I had to finish the walk in my sunglasses! Soon we were on the steep path directly back down to Seathwaite.
Descending from Scafell Pike, with views towards Bow FellThe ridge of Glaramara
On Sunday, Josh also joined us for a somewhat shorter walk from Ambleside. We started past the Stockghyll Force waterfall, which I don’t think I’d actually visited before, before continuing steeply up to Wansfell Pike.
Stockghyll Force
From there, we followed the boggy ridge north over Baystones to the road, then ascended the drier ridge of Broad End onto St Raven’s Crag. We picked up the good path back down to the top of the Kirkstone Pass, and up the other side onto Red Screes, pausing for lunch in a sheltered spot two-thirds of the way up. That just left a stroll down the easy-angled south ridge back to Ambleside. Once we were back at Ruth’s, Josh cooked a tasty roast chicken dinner before I headed home – a bonus to end the weekend!
Ruth and Josh on Red Screes, looking towards Ill BellLooking over Middle Dodd into Patterdale
Three cracking days in the hills, with enough snow about to make it feel a bit wintry but enough sunshine to feel like spring when out of the breeze too.
Ruth visited me in Hilton for a weekend at the end of her half term week. Unfortunately it was a particularly wet weekend in the Midlands. We started Saturday with a trip to Conkers parkrun, just about completed before the rain arrived, followed by coffee at the Farrows’ house. After lunch back home, waiting for the worst of the rain to pass, we headed out to Cannock Chase for an afternoon stroll through the Shugborough Estate and back over the chase.
Essex Bridge, over the River TrentCherrytree Slade
On Sunday, the best weather window seemed to be late morning, so we had a leisurely start before heading up to Thorpe for a three-hour walk. We dropped down Lin Dale to reach the Dovedale stepping stones – very much underwater with the river in spate – and continued up the valley as far as Milldale. From there, we turned east to pick up the Tissington Trail back to Thorpe. There had been a some of light rain to start and end the walk, but the bulk of it had been in the dry. We had lunch in the car before returning to mine, then Ruth headed home.
I decided to try out a trip with the Gentian Mountaineering and Hillwalking Club, which seemed like it might be more focussed on hillwalking and less on rambling or rock-climbing than many other clubs, and have members mostly based in the Midlands. Due to the Covid situation, this ‘Welsh Winter’ meet was not based in shared bunkhouse accommodation, but a more informal affair where attendees each found their own places to stay and just met each day for walks. With a few days of carried over 2021 annual leave needing to be used by Easter, I was happy to take the Friday and Monday off to make it four days in the hills. I based myself at the Vagabond Bunkhouse, more of a hostel really, in Betws-y-Coed, which proved to be quiet, economical and convenient but rather chilly!
On the Friday, I had arranged to meet up with Mike and Stuart, two long-time Gentian members, for a walk up the northern Glyderau from Nant Peris. We parked at the Park and Ride car park and soon set off up the footpath up Cwm Cneifio as we got to know each other, with good views towards Crib Goch.
Looking towards Crib Goch and Crib y Ddysgl
Soon after passing Llyn y Cwn, we entered the cloud, which was gradually dropping after a fairly bright start. The top 100m or so of Y Garn had a light covering of snow and rime, and there was the remains of a cornice on the eastern edges of the ridge. Sadly we remained in the cloud as we continued north over Foel-goch and Mynydd Perfedd to the rocky summit of Carnedd y Filiast, finally dropping out of it as we descended towards Marchlyn Bach, revealing good views north over Anglesey.
Mike and Stuart on Carnedd y Filiast
Our descent was on zigzagging tracks through the abandoned Dinorwic slate quarry, which had lots of interesting and dramatic sights to enjoy up close, as well as good views over the valley to the Snowdon range. Afterwards I joined Stuart for a cup of tea at the MAM hut, Glan Dena, where he was staying, before returning to Betws-y-Coed for dinner.
Saturday’s group walk offering was a little short for my taste, on the northernmost reaches of the Carneddau, and nobody else was tempted by my offering on Snowdon. I chose to do my own thing anyway and stuck with my advertised plan, starting in Llanberis. Again, the day started quite bright but the cloud dropped progressively through the morning. Moel Eilio was clear as I set off from the village, but well in the cloud by the time I reached the summit about an hour later. I did drop out of the cloud at the saddles before Foel Gron and Moel Cynghorion at least.
Early morning sunshine through the Llanberis PassMoel Cynghorion
Once over Moel Cynghorion, I joined the Snowdon Ranger path and followed that the rest of the way up Snowdon, reaching the snowline at around 900m and joining the masses where the path converged with the popular Llanberis and Pyg/Miners tracks. An icy cold wind and dampness in the cloud encouraged me not to linger for long at the summit, which was a shame as I could see blue sky above and suspected that lingering might have yielded views if the cloud were just to drop by another few metres! So once I’d donned an extra layer and had some lunch in the lee of the café building, I marched off down the Llanberis path, parallel with the railway (not in operation at this time of year, of course), overtaking plenty of others as I went. Brisk walking and not many stops meant the full walk had only taken me five hours!
I had a leisurely afternoon reading back at the hostel, then met up with a few of the others for dinner at the Plas y Brenin outdoor centre – something I did not previously know they offered to non-residents!
On Sunday, I met up with Mike and Stuart again for a walk that Mike and I had, by chance, independently suggested, around Cwm Eigiau in the eastern Carneddau. As it was a fairly long route, we convened just before 8:30am to make the most of the available daylight. Surprisingly, the small car park at the head of the road was almost full at this early hour!
After an easy approach to Llyn Eigiau along tracks, the initial ascent was on small trods through rough heather onto the north ridge of Pen Llithrig y Wrach. Once we’d passed the northern top, the path became better defined and made for easier going the rest of the way to the summit. We enjoyed fine views over Cwm Eigiau and the route ahead, although Carnedd Llewelyn was in the cloud.
Ascending above Llyn EigiauPen yr Helgi Du ahead
After a snack by the summit, we continued west, dropping steeply then reascending the craggy ridge to Pen yr Helgi Du. The descent west from there required a little easy scrambling, with dramatic views over Ffynnon Llugwy below, before the final ascent up to Carnedd Llewelyn. We entered the cloud not far above the saddle, but could tell at times that there was brightness above and I remained hopeful that the forecast possibility of an inversion might be right. Sure enough, only around 50m below the summit, we did emerge into the clear sunshine to enjoy all-around views over the cloud as we had our lunch. No other peaks seemed to be consistently clear, with only brief glimpses of Carnedd Dafydd to the southwest, and surprisingly none of Snowdon beyond that.
Descending from Pen yr Helgi DuInversion around Carnedd LlewelynMike and Stuart at the summit of Carnedd Llewelyn
We followed the easy-angled ridge north over Foel Grach and Carnedd Gwenllian, then made a pathless descent northeast over easy grass to outflank the crags and steep ground before turning south to reach the pretty hidden lake of Dulyn. A couple of dramatic waterfalls tumble down the cliffs into the northern end of the lake. A short final re-ascent led us to Melynllyn, from where an easy track led us all the way back to the cars. A fantastic day out in the high hills!
On Monday, I finally got the chance to meet all the rest of the Gentian members on the trip, as we all walked together up Moel Siabod. The forecast was for a grey day with low cloud, so I wasn’t hopeful of many views and, sure enough, we didn’t have to ascend far before we entered the murk. We traversed the eastern slopes of the hill, past a couple of small lakes, to reach the bottom of the Daear Ddu ridge, a pleasant easy scramble leading directly to the summit.
To my surprise, it soon became clear that there was blue sky not far above us again, and we were really pleased to break out into the sunshine at around 700m! The peaks of Cadair Idris were visible in the distance to the south, along with others less far away to the southwest – Moelwyn Mawr and Moel Hebog perhaps. We also enjoyed seeing lots of Brocken Spectres to our right, with the cloud below us in the cwm above Llyn y Foel.
Daear Ddu above the cloudBrocken SpectreDeb on the ridge
Once we’d clambered up the remainder of the ridge, the summit of Moel Siabod gave even an better panorama, with the high Snowdonian peaks of Snowdon, the Glyders and Carneddau coming into view. We had lunch in the warm sunshine by the summit trig point, with not a breath of wind to chill us. Then, having said my goodbyes, I made a brisk solo descent of the north ridge then tracks and paths through the forest and along the river back to the start, to make sure I was back in Derby in time for band rehearsal. Not long until the Midlands Championships!
Snowdon, the Glyders and the CarneddauLooking towards SnowdonInversion, from Moel SiabodDeb, Mick, Mike, Stuart, Sheena, Ted, Simon and Danni
All in all a very good weekend away enjoying time in the hills with like-minded companions. Even though many of the members are significantly older than me, it felt like we had plenty in common, and I look forward to trying one of their more normal bunkhouse meets at some point later in the year. The cloud inversions on Carnedd Llewelyn and Moel Siabod make it truly a weekend to remember!
After an enforced break from the standard routine last year, Ruth and I resumed normal service with a Christmas trip to our parents’ house in Minehead, and New Year week in the Highlands. Ruth’s boyfriend Josh joined us for both trips.
We drove down to Somerset after work on Wednesday 22nd, and the next day took a local family walk in the afternoon, starting in Bossington, walking down to the pebble beach of Porlock Bay, up to Hurlstone Point, then back around the slopes of Bossington Hill.
Mum, Dad, Ruth and Josh on the cliffs near Hurlstone Point
Christmas Eve was damper, so Mum and I just took a quick stroll down to Minehead seafront before listening to the carol service from King’s in the afternoon. Christmas Day was so wet that we didn’t leave the house at all! And finally, on Boxing Day morning Dad and I went for a trail run over Periton Hill. Then after lunch we tackled the long-ish drive north to Ruth’s house via mine, not meeting any significant traffic or delay.
Low tide at Minehead harbour
Our New Year destination was about as close as any in the Highlands could be, as we were staying in Callander for the week. It was less than three hours’ drive from Natland to Stirling, where we paused for a walk up to the castle, lunch in an excellent café nearby, and grocery shopping at Sainsbury’s. A further half hour’s drive brought us to our Airbnb flat close to the centre of Callander – not the prettiest property we’ve stayed in for New Year but very convenient, cosy, well-equipped and quiet.
Tuesday’s forecast was relatively promising with light winds and a good chance of cloud-free summits from mid-morning onwards, so we decided to start with the highest nearby hills, Stob Binnein and Ben More. We tackled them from the south, starting at Inverlochlarig, in order to include the two southern Munro Tops of Stob Binnein. The walk began, just before sunrise, with a steep 600m climb directly up the hillside to Stob Invercarnaig, which we were surprised was well-enough walked to have a clear path that significantly aided progress. From there, the angle eased, although we were walking in the mist as we continued up Na Staidhrichean. Above around 700m, there was a reasonable coverage of fairly crisp snow.
On the Munro Top of Stob Coire an Lochain, the cloud parted for a few moments to give glimpses of the Munros to the west, Beinn Tulaichean and Cruach Ardrain, but then closed in again. We continued up to Stob Binnein, where we were pleased that the cloud broke up more convincingly to reveal the westerly half of the view, the higher hills looking beautiful with their sunlit snow caps.
Cruach Ardrain, from Stob BinneinCloud shrouding Stob Coire an LochainCruach Ardrain
We continued north, dropping down around 300m to the bealach between the two Munros, passing at a distance one person going the other way having ascended Ben More from the north. A steep 300m reascent, passing a few other groups going down, brought us to the summit of Ben More, which was in cloud as we arrived but cleared out as we ate our lunch in the shelter of the summit rocks, giving good views towards Ben Lawers in particular, as well as back to Stob Binnein.
Looking back to Stob BinneinLooking southeast from Ben More
We retraced our steps down and back up to Stob Binnein and Stob Coire an Lochain, with more excellent views south and east, then turned east to follow the ridge to the other Munro Top, Meall na Dige. Nobody had been this way since the snow fell, so I broke the trail for the others. Descending southwards, we reached the snowline around an hour before sunset, and got back to the car just before dark. A great winter day in the hills!
Josh and Ruth on Stob BinneinSunset over Stob a’ Choin
Wednesday was milder, wetter and windier. Josh was working, while Ruth and I opted for an afternoon walk up the popular Trossachs Graham of Ben Venue, hoping that the best of the weather would be late in the day as forecast. We followed the standard route up from Loch Achray via Gleann Riabhach and up the ridge, staying below the cloud except for the final 100m or so, but not really seeing any distant views. The wind seemed to pick up as we approached the twin summits, which were extremely blustery, and was definitely stronger as we headed back down the valley than it had been on the ascent. We passed only one other person, a fellrunner descending.
The wind dropped a little on Thursday, so Ruth and I headed to another Munro, Meall nan Tarmachan. This was Ruth’s choice as she hadn’t previously done the full and much-celebrated ridge. The mild weather meant there was no difficulty driving up to the top of the pass between Ben Lawers and Meall nan Tarmachan to start the walk at around 450m. We went clockwise, starting with the walk west along the traversing tracks below the ridge, in order to have the wind behind us as we returned east along the ridge.
Creag na Caillich, the western top of the Tarmachan Ridge
Sadly, once we were up on the ridge, we were persistently in the cloud and couldn’t enjoy any views. Nevertheless, the path was easy to follow with almost all the snow having melted as the summit temperatures were well above freezing. We could still appreciate the pointy summit of Meall Garbh, and the frozen lochan between there and Meall nan Tarmachan. We passed one group of three going the other way along the ridge, and a few others on the lower slopes as we descended by the main path.
New Year’s Eve was a very wet day. Ruth and Josh opted for a quick walk up Ben Ledi, but I wasn’t very motivated by that plan as we’d done it in similar conditions a few years ago. Instead, I walked solo, directly from the flat, heading southwest to the 427m Marilyn summit of Beinn Dearg. Most of the ascent was on good forest tracks, as far as the transmitters on Ben Gullipen. Then the final kilometre or so was on a surprisingly well-walked trod along the ridge. The mist had been right down to the village, so there were again no views to enjoy. I descended past remote Lochan Balloch and along its outflow burn to reach forest tracks above Loch Venachar that led me back to Callander in a loop of around 15km.
New Year’s Day’s forecast in the Trossachs was no better, with storm force winds expected and frequent showers. It looked much better to the south though, so I started the day with a parkrun at Plean Country Park, just south of Stirling, while Ruth and Josh took a stroll around the park. This was a tough, rough and hilly course that made for a good challenge to start my running year! It turned out, in post-finish conversation, that the man who pipped me to 6th place had been the man we passed at a distance on descent from Stob Binnein a few days previously!
Afterwards, we headed a few miles northeast to the Ochil Hills, which we had not previously visited. We parked in Tillicoultry and started by following tracks traversing west to Silver Glen. There we picked up a large track up onto Ben Ever, and a well-trodden path from there up to Ben Cleuch, the highest hill in the range and high enough to be a Graham. For the first time since Tuesday, the cloud was above the summit, and we had good views over the surrounding peaks of the Ochils, and the Forth valley to the south.
Ascending to Ben EverSunshine over the Forth valley
We had a bite to eat in the shelter of the summit cairn, then re-emerged into the strong winds to continue along the ridge, after a short detour to The Law, to Andrew Gannel Hill, then down and back up to King’s Seat Hill. A good path led from there back down the ridge to Mill Glen and Tillicoultry.
Ascending King’s Seat Hill, with Ben Cleuch in the distanceThe large cairn on King’s Seat Hill
The final day of the trip looked a bit more promising on the high hills, with the forecast suggesting passing showers and manageable winds. We decided to tackle Ben Vorlich and Stuc a’ Chroin from the south, starting at Braeleny, just a couple of miles up the lane east of Callander. Although our walk started fairly dry, by the time we’d covered the three kilometres along the track to Arivurichardich the rain had become heavy enough to merit waterproof trousers.
Gleann a’ Chroin
It only got wetter as we ascended gradually north onto the ridge, and by that point Ruth and Josh had decided they only wanted to visit Stuc a’ Chroin (although I would still have been up for the full planned circuit). We did get a few views over Gleann an Dubh Choirein towards Ben Vorlich as we ascended, but the rain never paused, and the summit itself was well in the cloud. We didn’t stop for long at the cairn before returning the way we’d come and heading back to the flat to warm up and dry out over tea and cake.
Overall, a disappointing week of weather, with only the one good day in the Highlands proper, plus one in the Ochils. We did well to stay motivated enough to get out in the hills every day despite the rain, wind and low cloud! I can add a couple of new Grahams and a couple of Munro Tops to my tally at least.
Jeff and Helen’s secret wedding was taking place in Gretna Green on Saturday 4th, so I took the opportunity to walk in the Lake District on the way north on Friday (with Heather and Ashleigh) and the North Pennines on the way home on Sunday (with Heather).
We travelled as far as Ruth’s house for Thursday night, which put us within a short drive of the Lakes the next morning. We opted for a moderate walk from Grasmere, up the ridge over Helm Crag, Gibson Knott and Calf Crag. The visibility was excellent over Grasmere, Dunmail Raise and Easedale. Aside from a few small patches here and there, we were largely below the snowline, but the higher hills, particularly Helvellyn, had a reasonable covering. We returned by the path down Far Easedale, which made for easy progress.
On the ridge of Helm Crag, above GrasmereLooking towards HelvellynHeather and Ashleigh on Calf Crag
Once back in Grasmere village, we stopped to buy gingerbread and then went for afternoon tea in a lovely café, before hitting the road just before sunset for the final hour or so to Gretna Green. Once we’d checked into the hotel and freshened up, I met with the gentlemen for a pub dinner in Gretna – many of us choosing haggis – while the ladies did some flower arranging over a buffet dinner!
I was pleased that Jeff and Matt were keen to go to a local parkrun on Saturday morning – there was plenty of time as the wedding was not until 1pm. Although Carlisle was the closest option, its winter course is a dull five-lapper, so we opted for the half hour drive to Crichton parkrun, on the edge of Dumfries. This proved a good choice, an undulating run on tarmac around a university campus with views towards the Galloway hills. We were back in Gretna Green by 10:45 giving plenty of time to get dressed in our suits and make final preparations in the reception room.
The wedding itself took place at the Old Blacksmith’s Shop, as they have done for generations, and was a very enjoyable and intimate event with just 19 guests plus the bride and groom. My Best Man duties went by without incident as the rings were duly passed to the couple! A bagpiper piped Helen into the forge, and piped the newlyweds back out again afterwards. The rain just about held off for the rather chilly photographs in the courtyard, and before long we were back at the hotel and assembling for the reception.
Smiths Hotel provided a delicious meal in an attractive function room, followed by speeches from the bride’s stepfather, bride’s uncle, groom, and me. Thankfully it seemed to be well received. Public speaking is not really my forte! Once the meal was over, we retired for an hour or so before reconvening for a murder mystery evening – not my cup of tea but no worse than the usual alternatives of disco or ceilidh!
After an inexplicably poor night’s sleep, I enjoyed a full breakfast in the hotel before packing up and heading south with Heather for a walk from Dufton. We could see from the motorway that a good covering of snow had fallen at high level. We ascended via the Pennine Way, reaching the snowline on the slopes of Peeping Hill, which had some fairly deep drifts. The views over the Eden Valley to the Lake District were excellent, with Blencathra in sunshine.
Heather above Dufton, with Blencathra in the distance
Above there, the ground was less steep but much more exposed to the very cold north-easterly wind! With a bit of encouragement, Heather overcame a few moments of hesitation and persisted all the way to High Cup Nick at the head of the valley, which gave spectacular black and white views of the crags and the moors above.
Heather above High Cup GillHigh Cup GillHeather at High Cup Nick
I had been in two minds whether to return the same way or continue around the ridge, but we found that a good number of people had trodden the path ahead so continued that way, the wind now on our backs and less cold! Soon we were descending back out of the snow, which just left a half hour walk along the lane back to Dufton.
With a little bit of annual leave to use up, I took Friday off work to make a long weekend trip to the Welsh Valleys, an area with quite a few hills of 400-600m, many of them Marilyns, but which I’d barely visited previously.
After an early-ish start from Derby and a good clear drive, I started walking from Abertillery at around 10:15am. My route started up the bridleway to Arail, where the owner, driving up, challenged me where I was going and why! He obviously doesn’t get many walkers passing through, and grumbled that he ‘didn’t really like people walking through the yard’, but clearly knew it was a right of way really and didn’t actually try to stop me. Soon I was on the open ground of the ridge, initially on the west side overlooking Cwm Big, and later on the east with good views of Abertillery and Blaina below.
Abertillery
After a few miles, a short detour from the path led me to the trig point at the summit of Mynydd Carn-y-cefn, the day’s first Marilyn. I descended the bridleway, past the golf course to Nantyglo, enjoying views of the Sugar Loaf and Ysgyryd Fawr to the northeast.
Nantyglo, and the Sugar Loaf in the distance
After some initial difficulty finding the footpath back up the other side of the valley, I paused for lunch near Mulfran before continuing up the ridge, on easy tracks, to Cefn Coch (Dewey), then down and back up to the summit of Coety Mountain, another Marilyn and the high point of the trip at 581m. It doesn’t seem like many people visit the summit as it was deep in tussocky grass and heather away from the main track. Continuing south, I took another short detour off the track to visit Gwastad (another Dewey) before descending back to Abertillery.
A half hour drive brought me to my room at “Sergeant’s Accommodation” in Nelson, well-equipped en-suite rooms in the former police station! I settled in, popped out for provisions from the Co-op and fish and chips for dinner, then relaxed for the rest of the evening.
There were half a dozen parkruns to choose from within a sensible drive on Saturday morning. I picked the most interesting-looking, Coed Cefn-pwll-du, in the forest above Machen. This proved a good decision, as it was an attractive trail course with good views, challenging hills, and friendly volunteers – but fewer than 50 runners!
Once I’d got my breath back and had a Strava faff, I drove a few miles further to Crosskeys, where I started the day’s walk. The first objective was Mynydd y Lan. A bit of online research had suggested there were unmapped zigzagging paths leading most of the way up through the forest, but I clearly chose poorly as I ended up toiling through knee deep bracken for quite a way on the higher ground. It was a relief to regain a path on the summit plateau as I traversed the Marilyn summit and continued past the group of three transmitters nearby. A short distance beyond there, I picked up a well-walked footpath that led back down through attractive deciduous woodland to Cwmcarn.
Nant y CrochanDescending to Cwmcarn
Having crossed the railway, river and roads, I followed by-ways back up onto the ridge of Cefn Rhyswg, where I paused for lunch in an attractive tree-lined avenue. Continuing for a few kilometres above Nant Gwyddon brought me onto the flat plateau of Mynydd Twyn-glas, with a trig point at the summit. Broad tracks led south onto the ridge of Mynydd Henllys and onwards to the Iron Age hill fort of Twmbarlwm, which gave great views of the Bristol Channel to the south, as well as the surrounding hills and valley towns.
Mynydd Henllys, with Twmbarlwm ahead
A short descent took me down to the edge of Risca, where I followed the canal west for a short distance before reascending south, on a lane through the woods then paths up the bracken-covered hillside to the summit of Mynydd Machen, arriving around half an hour before sunset. I enjoyed the evening light on the clouds and the views of Cardiff and the Somerset coast, but didn’t linger long as I still had a bit of a walk down to the car. I followed a longer route via the main ridge path and byways, as I suspected the minor paths down through the woods may not exist in practice and didn’t want to be messing around with forest navigation in the dark! This got me back to the car in twilight and without needing the torch. Quite a busy day with the 5km run and 28km walk!
The summit of Mynydd Machen, before sunset
After an Indian takeaway for dinner, I had another relaxing evening in the room, planning the following day’s activities. I contemplated making a long, continuous walk out of my four Marilyn objectives, but decided the walks between some of the hills looked too dull to be worth the effort. Consequently, I broke the Sunday outing into several shorter walks.
The first started in Trehafod, west of Pontypridd, and went up Mynydd y Glyn. A good bridleway and forest tracks led most of the way, then the final stretch across open ground was on short grass. Temperatures had dropped several degrees compared with the previous two days, and I only just managed without putting gloves on. Although it was a bright and sunny morning, the views were fairly unremarkable, so I didn’t stay long before descending by the same route.
Looking over the Rhondda
The second walk was a very short one, up Cefn Eglwysilan, east of Pontypridd. A lane passes just a couple of hundred metres from the summit, so I was up and down in just a few minutes. There were good views of the Brecon Beacons from the summit.
The Brecon Beacons, from Cefn Eglwysilan
Then I drove a few miles down the Taff valley to park in Taff’s Well, from where I could tackle two more Marilyns, one either side of the valley, in a single walk. First I went west to Garth Hill, clearly a very popular destination among local people out with their dogs and children – perhaps not surprising being only a few miles outside Cardiff. The summit was a great viewpoint, north all the way to the high Brecon Beacons, east to the Severn Bridge, and south over the sea to Exmoor.
Craig yr Allt, from Garth Hill
I had lunch as I descended the sunny, leeward side of the hill, then continued down to Taff’s Well and back up the other side onto Craig yr Allt. This was a quieter spot than I expected, with just a couple of runners. I spotted what looked like a jet engine test bed in the valley below and, sure enough, could see the sign for GE Aviation Wales from a little further on! I took a different route back down to the car, through a large equestrian centre and then woodland.
Garth Hill, from Craig yr AlltEnemy installations below! Cefn Eglwysilan in the distance.
As it was still only around 2:30pm, I decided to take a short detour on the way home to visit another almost-drive-up Marilyn, the highest point of Wentwood, lacking in interesting views due to the trees and undergrowth. From there, it was only a couple of hours home to Derby.
All in all, a productive weekend with ten new Marilyns bagged – none particularly remarkable and maybe not worthy of future return visits, but interesting to explore a new area and there were some good views, different in character to any other area of the UK. Perhaps for my next similar trip I’ll explore the cluster of Marilyns further west, north of Swansea!
I spent a solo week up in the Highlands and was rewarded as usual with mixed October weather. I drove up as far as Stirling SYHA on the Sunday afternoon, having paced Jeff to a PB around Lichfield Half Marathon that morning. A good night’s sleep in a private room for the bargain price of £21!
Monday’s forecast was for the morning to be better than the afternoon, and for conditions to be less bad well inland, so I got a reasonably prompt start to drive up as far as Bridge of Orchy for a walk up the Graham, Meall Tairbh. I parked by the Inveroran Hotel and started off up the West Highland Way to gain the north ridge of Ben Inverveigh, which led easily all the way to its summit, with some views over Loch Tulla and the Munros to the east, surprisingly almost clear of cloud.
Loch Tulla
A short descent on grass led to the bealach, with unusual glacial drumlins and a small lochan. Then a short, steep reascent led me up to the Graham summit, Meall Tairbh. A lull in the light rain as I crossed the bealach came to an end as I reached the top, confirming my decision to descend directly to the car rather than take the fair-weather option of continuing all the way around to Beinn Suidhe – which looked much murkier!
Looking back to Ben Inverveigh on the descent from Meall Tairbh
A few hours more driving took me, via Morrison’s in Fort William, to Kyleakin, just on the far side of the Skye bridge. I had booked into the Backpackers hostel for five nights, thinking it would be a good base for walks either on the island or the mainland according to weather conditions.
On Tuesday it seemed like the best conditions would again be in the morning, and the worst conditions would be on Skye! I therefore picked a half-day walk up a Graham on the mainland: Creag Dhubh Mhor above Strathcarron. A half-hour drive brought me to Achintee where I was able to park at the bottom of the road. My ascent route started off up the path towards Bearnais bothy, with decent views over Glen Carron. It was spotting with rain for a while but happily this soon petered out to give dry conditions for a couple of hours. An easy grassy gully led up from the path onto the ridge of the hill, and from there it was only a short further ascent to the summit, with very good (if hazy) views east towards the Corbetts and Munros south of Glen Carron.
Looking over Glen CarronLooking towards Bidein a’ Choire Sheasgaich
I was pleasantly surprised to find that the ridge walk from Creag Dhubh Mhor to its subsidiary neighbour, Carn Geuradainn, was very attractively rocky, with several small lochans improving the views. Once I’d made the twisting and undulating traverse between the two, the west ridge gave an easy descent to pick up the path (from Bendronaig Lodge bothy) back to Achintee.
Looking back to Creag Dhubh Mhor
Rain and lower cloud came back in as I descended, and I finished the walk pretty damp. I ate lunch in the car before driving a couple of miles down the road to Attadale Gardens, which kept me occupied for an hour or so with only intermittent drizzle. The autumn colours were beautiful, and there were various sculptures to find around the woods and gardens too.
Attadale Gardens
Wednesday’s forecast was a bit better, especially in the morning, so I arranged to meet up with Amy Ottway to bag a Corbett with her (a repeat Corbett for me). She lives nearby in Drumbuie but can’t often get out hillwalking due to full-time parenting duties. Fortunately her parents were currently visiting and offered to look after the girls, enabling her to come out for the day! We chose An Ruadh-stac, a very impressive rocky Corbett above Glen Carron, next to the more popular but less dramatic Munro, Maol Chean-dearg. I picked Amy up as I passed en route to Coulags, where we started our walk.
The first few kilometres of the walk are up an easy track into Coire Fionnaraich, to the bothy and a little beyond, before turning left on a steeper path up to the bealach between the Corbett and Munro. We had been sheltered from the northwesterly wind until this point, but were severely buffeted as we crossed the bealach to reach the more-sheltered rocky ridge up An Ruadh-stac! Grippy quartzite slabs make for an enjoyable climb for the final 300 vertical metres to the summit, and this section also coincided with a sunny spell that gave excellent views of all the surrounding peaks.
An intense rainbow over Coire FionnaraichLooking towards Fuar Tholl from near the bealachAn Ruadh-stacBeinn DamhAmy on the ridge
It was clouding over again by the time we reached the summit, so we only lingered long enough for a snack before starting the descent. The wind had abated quite a bit by the time we reached the exposed section, so progress was pretty quick and easy all the way down to the valley. A couple of rain showers passed over, so we paused in the bothy for a lunch break before continuing the final few kilometres to the car. It was great to spend a few hours catching up with Amy and to walk together again. I stopped at her house for a cup of tea before returning to the hostel.
Advanced weather forecasts for Thursday had looked very showery, but by the last minute it had improved a lot to predict sunny spells on the coast. I therefore chose to stay on Skye for the day’s walk, bagging the two Grahams (and one former Graham) close to the hostel. A short drive took me to the top of the pass over to Kylerhea, which is the easiest access point for these hills. I was surprised to find an intermittent but very useful trod leading up the heathery slopes of the first hill, Sgurr na Coinnich. This made progress relatively easy up to the summit, which gave very good views over the sea to the mainland hills, capped with snow (whereas there was only a very light dusting on the high ground on Skye). Beinn Sgritheall and the Knoydart hills looked particularly fine with shafts of light shining between the clouds.
Beinn Sgritheall and Knoydart
More traces of path made the descent and reascent to Beinn na Caillich pretty quick and easy, with more great views over Loch Alsh and the Sound of Sleat. I returned to the pass by almost the same route, just contouring around the summit of Sgurr na Coinnich, surprisingly passing a walker and a runner ascending as I descended. Explains why a path is forming!
Snowy peaks beyond Loch Alsh
As the weather was staying pretty fair, I continued straight up the other side of the pass onto Ben Aslak, until recently also a Graham but surveyed and found to be slightly below 2000ft. This was a less dramatic hill, but still gave good views over the sea, and also clearer views towards the Cuillin hills to the west.
The Cuillin hills, from Ben Aslak
Friday, my final walking day, had the best weather of the week. I again walked on Skye, heading a few miles west to the pair of Grahams just beyond Broadford, the easternmost peaks of the Red Cuillin. I parked near the chambered cairn to the east, and followed the track to Coire-chat-achan. From there the ascent soon became very steep, initially over short heather and grass, then boulders, then more grass on the upper slopes. It reminded me of the climb up Glamaig from Sligachan.
Beinn na Caillich
Reaching the summit of Beinn na Caillich (same name as one of yesterday’s peaks!) revealed excellent views west towards the rest of the Cuillin hills, Black and Red, as well as south to Rum and north to Raasay. A good path led across the bealach to the second Graham, Beinn Dearg Mhor, which gave slightly close and better views. Bla Bheinn and Belig looked particularly good in the foreground in the sunshine.
Raasay and ScalpayThe Cuillin hills, from Beinn na CaillichBla BheinnBelig, Garbh-bheinn, and Sgurr nan Gillean beyond
A steep scree descent led me down to the bealach with Beinn Dearg Bheag (just a HuMP), where I had lunch before descending the easy east ridge back to Coire-chat-achan and the car. Amy had invited me back around to go to their local beach, so I spent the rest of the afternoon there before returning to the hostel for dinner and an early night ready for the long Saturday drive back to Derby.
Sunrise over Kyle
No really big walks this time, thanks to poor weather at the start of the week, and the Skye hills not being very far from the road on Thursday and Friday! Nevertheless, a good relaxing break, ticking off six new Grahams and revisiting the Corbett with Amy. That takes my Graham tally neatly to 50 at the end of the trip.
Somehow it’s more than a month since I last went walking! Despite that, I wasn’t feeling very motivated when I woke, but I forced myself to get up and out promptly anyway to make the most of the sunny day in the Peak District. An hour’s enjoyable driving brought me to Hope village, from where I tackled a clockwise round of the surrounding hills.
First up was Win Hill, the steepest of the bunch. Very clear air made for particularly good views over the Hope Valley, Ladybower Reservoir and Bamford Edge.
Lose Hill and Mam Tor, from Win HillLadybower ReservoirBamford Edge
I descended towards Thornhill then picked up the Derwent Valley Heritage Way for a bit, along the river meadows. Leaving the riverside, I ascended the track to Offerton Hall, then the bridleway from there to Shatton Moor. The tracks in this area seemed busier than usual, with plenty of walkers, runners and mountain bikers out. Next I descended over Bradwell Edge, steeply down to Bradwell village, watching paragliders overhead.
Looking over Bradwell DaleBradwell, from Bradwell Edge
A gradual re-ascent took me onto Bradwell Moor and from there over the shoulder of Eldon Hill – rather uninspiring and featureless terrain. I paused for a late lunch on the ascent of Mam Tor. That just left the final busy stretch along the Great Ridge to Lose Hill and down to Hope.
Edale from Back Tor
Definitely worth getting out today for the great sunny weather and air clarity. A nice little warm-up for my trip to the Highlands in a week’s time.
Sadly my relationship with Bec came to an end. To console myself and fill some empty time, after a Saturday spent running the Belvoir Castle 10k and playing with the brass band, I ran away to the hills for the rest of the Bank Holiday weekend. Ruth was away in Scotland, but allowed me to use her house as a base anyway.
On the Sunday morning, I got an early start to bag a parking place in the layby near Grasmere before it got busy. This proved to be unnecessary as it was almost deserted at 8am. Nevertheless, it gave me the chance to enjoy some peace and quiet in the hills before others were out and about. My route started west, ascending initially to Silver How, which gave good views over Grasmere, into Langdale, and towards the Helvellyn range capped with cloud. The legs felt pretty stiff after the previous day’s race, but gradually loosened as I went on.
Looking over Helm Crag to Seat Sandal and Fairfield, in mist
I continued along the ridge to Blea Rigg, down towards Stickle Tarn, then up steeply onto Pavey Ark. Contrary to the weather forecast of improving visibility, the cloud gradually dropped as the morning went on, and was just touching the summit of Pavey Ark as I arrived. I made the short traverse to Harrison Stickle, then turned north, making the minor detours over Thunacar Knott and Sergeant Man on my way up to High Raise. From Sergeant Man onwards, it was misty enough to need compass bearings to make sure I took the correct paths off each top.
Stickle Tarn, with Harrison Stickle and Pavey Ark above
I dropped back out of the cloud as I reached Greenup Edge and turned east to descend to Calf Crag. Easy ridge walking led me from there to Steel Fell, where I paused for lunch overlooking Dunmail Raise. The morning mist was finally starting to burn off the peaks of Fairfield and Helvellyn, which encouraged me to extend my walk that side of the valley.
Sunshine over Steel Fell
Then it was a very steep descent to the pass, and a stiff climb back up the other side directly to Seat Sandal. I dropped down to Grisedale Tarn then made the final ascent of the day, up to Fairfield, chasing and eventually overtaking a fell runner to keep myself entertained. That just left the long descent to Grasmere, via Great Rigg and Stone Arthur.
Looking over Helm Crag towards the Langdale Pikes
Once back in Kendal, I dropped in for a cup of tea with the Patricks for an hour or so – good to catch up on their summer holiday adventures and meet baby Neave – before returning to Ruth’s house for dinner and a lazy evening.
On Monday, I decided to avoid the Lake District in order not to get stuck in the inevitable traffic jams of the afternoon exodus. Instead, I headed to the Howgill Fells, in particular the quieter northern side, where I parked in the hamlet of Bowderdale. I was pleased that, in contrast to the previous day, the cloud levels were higher than forecast, with all nearby summits clear from the start.
My chosen route was a clockwise round of the Bowderdale horseshoe. This started with a quick and gentle ascent on good grassy tracks over Hooksey to Randygill Top. From there, the ground became a little more strenuous, with short but steep grassy descents and ascents to get to Kensgriff and then Yarlside. I enjoyed the views into the Yorkshire Dales: towards Wild Boar Fell and Baugh Fell relatively close-by, and Whernside and Ingleborough in the distance.
Baugh FellWhernside, Ingleborough and Gragareth in the distance
The descent from Yarlside to the head of Bowderdale gave good views of the crags of Great Dummacks, and the waterfall of Cautley Spout, as well as some colourful patches of flowering heather. Re-ascending the other side, I soon reached the easy ground of the bridleway up from Bowderdale, which led me quickly to the summit of The Calf, the day’s highpoint.
Purple heather on the descent from Yarlside
The return route to the car followed the easy ridge over Hazelgill Knott and West Fell, with great views into Langdale (the Howgill one!) on the left and Bowderdale on the right.
Langdale and Bowderdale
I returned to Ruth’s house for dinner with Ruth, who had spent the day driving back from the Highlands, and chatted to her until mid-evening as I waited for the motorway traffic to die down before an easy drive back to Derby.
My parents stayed with me for the weekend, a year since their last visit. On the Saturday, Dad and I started the day with a run at Markeaton parkrun, while Mum spectated. After coffee back at home, we went up to the Peak District for a walk starting in the village of Grindon, west of the Manifold valley. The first few kilometres led us due north along the undulating bridleway to Warslow. We had lunch looking over the valley, then dropped down, with a bit of a navigational detour when we lost the path for a bit, to Ecton.
Descending to Hoo Brook
Having crossed the Manifold Trail and the river, we climbed straight back up the other side onto Ecton Hill, passing the remains of the old copper mine. From there, we followed footpaths south, over the ridge of Wetton Hill to Wetton village, then steeply back down to the valley, passing close to Thor’s Cave but not actually visiting it this time. That just left a short ascent over Ladyside back to the car.
The Manifold valley, and Morridge in the distanceThor’s Cave
Bec joined us for Saturday dinner at my house, and for our Sunday walk starting from the Cat and Fiddle Inn, between Buxton and Macclesfield. We started south over the moor to Danebower Hollow, then dropped into the head of the Dane valley. A couple of kilometres downstream, we reached Three Shire Heads, always a pretty spot. There were quite a few people wild swimming in the river, which I had not encountered there before.
Flowering heather on Dane Bower
We continued along the byway to Cut-thorn, then took the grassy path over the ridge and down the lane to Wildboarclough. A steep ascent led us directly to the summit of Shutlingsloe, which gave good views of The Roaches to the south, and Shining Tor to the north. We descended into Macclesfield Forest for lunch, then dropped down to Broughsplace, which just left the short climb up the permissive path through Chest Hollow to the car.
Dad, Mum and Bec on the ridge above Cut-thorn, heading towards ShutlingsloeLooking towards Shining Tor