Date of walk: 9/3/19
Blà Bheinn looking fierce above Isleornsay on Skye. View from Knoydart, Scotland.
I’ve just enjoyed a coffee in my tent to discover a juicy, highly caffeinated, slug curled around the bottom of the mug. Later, when I try to walk, the force of the wind carelessly pushes me to my knees. By the evening I’ve only covered nine kilometres after eleven hours of exertion due to the wind and terrain being exceptionally draining, I’m so weary that I have to psyche myself up to climb the last deer fence by torch light. I’m woken at 1am with an itch on my waist where I find and remove an engorged tick surrounded by a rash.
A loving convergence. Stable at Croulin, Knoydart, Scotland.
Strandline. Croulin, Knoydart, Scotland.
Beinn Sgritheall from Knoydart, Scotland.
Croulin, Knoydart, Scotland.
Creels at Croulin, Knoydart, Scotland.
A charismatic Knoydart beastie, Croulin.
Strandline II. Croulin, Knoydart, Scotland.
The North shore of Knoydart by Loch Hourn looking towards Kinlochourn, Scotland.
Salmon farm, Loch Hourn, Scotland.
Corran, Loch Hourn, Scotland.
The impassable cliffs below Creag an t-Sagairt on the north edge of Knoydart by Loch Hourn, Scotland.
Loch Hourn from Knoydart, Scotland.
A moment of golden light, Creag Cadha na Muic, Knoydart, Scotland.
Coire Sgamadail, Knoydart, Scotland.
Last light Coire Sgamadail & Loch Hourn, Knoydart, Scotland.
Nightfall above Knoydart, Scotland.
A good start at Rubha Ard Slisneach overlooking Beinn Sgritheal(before the slug!).
Thanks very much but I think I’ll try my luck with the boulders!
Beinn Sgritheal gettng closer.
A few happy metres with an easy path at Croulin.
I sheltered and ate in the wood store of this secluded cabin by Loch Hourn during heavy rain and wind.
The two metre high deer fences even extend to the waterline here. I gingerly edged around this below the lowest post on the barnacle encrusted rocks.
Must be hard work putting these deer fences up here. Makes it difficult for hikers to go cross country though.
Starting the slow descent to Loch Hourn down Glac nan Sgadan.
I was so exhausted by the end of this day that I could hardly haul myself and my bag over this final two-metre high deer fence to find some flat groud for the tent.
A much needed meal at 9pm after getting the tent up.
Camp at Rubha Ruadh, Loch Hourn, Scotland.
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Wonderful views of those mountains I remember about 15 years ago been on the summit of An Cliseam(799m) on Lewis/Harris (not sure which it is but they’re the same island anyhow!) and you could see to the east all the jagged peaks around the Inner Hebrides and the mainland like dragons teeth.Quite a magical experience I traveled there,well the bottom of An Cliseam,on a bus from Stornoway and everyone was speaking in Gaelic, can’t remember how I got back.I visited Calanish a few days later by bus and walked back to Stornoway and,it was May,the little ponds where full of tadpoles.If anyone does this walk unfortunately what looks like a minor road from Calanish to Stornoway is very busy with speeding deadly cars.I though that the traffic would use the A858 above and below this yellow marked minor road by sadly not and the tussock grass next too it gives little opportunity to walk off the road but where the road from Acha Mor joins it you get to branch off on a dirty path which is where I saw the tadpoles.
Yes, the way some Scottish mountains rise straight from the sea really makes them look massive