It’s not about the fishing
May 1st, 2012 • Bothying, Fishing • No comments • Misha
Can’t beat that feeling coming back after a nights fishing – even with no fish!
Beinn a’ Ghlo
March 6th, 2012 • Hill walking • No comments • Kevin
I thought I should do my first post sooner rather than later, and hopefully not hit the wrong buttons in the process – so here’s hoping I get it right!
On Sunday I did Beinn a’ Ghlo with my brother and a couple of friends, and we did the round of these three hills anti-clockwise (opposite to normal) because Carn nan Gabhar was the only Munro of the three I hadn’t done. I preferred doing it this way too with the long walk back coming first. And the weather was good too, but cold on the summits. Carn nan Gabhar took a while to get too, but the other two mountains followed on quickly. Good views into the Gorms, the Drumochter/Gaick plateaus stretching westward.
Even got a wee view down the Glen Etive slot toward the end of the day – not bad for the other end of the country!
Some pics … the fourth is me if anyone out there wonders who this Kev guy is. (almost posing too!)
The Atlas
February 24th, 2012 • Around the World, Mountains • No comments • Misha
Far be it for me to destroy the grand Scottishness of the High 8 …but a high 8 deserves a high 8.
Ben Ime
February 12th, 2012 • Hill walking • No comments • Dougie
It doesn’t always have to be a hardcore day out. Especially the weekend after the end of Celtic Connections… maybe I’m just getting old. Spad certainly is – we were out to mark his 31st birthday. Those of us that could drag ourselves out of bed in the morning had a great wee wander through the cloud up into what little snow there is at the moment: easy going, no hurry, not nearly as punishing as the White Russians at the bar afterwards….
Cheers for the day out lad, and happy birthday!
Ben A’an
January 15th, 2012 • Hill walking • No comments • Somhairle
Had a nice wee stroll up the diminutive Ben A’an today. Was nice; broke some new boots in, scrambled back through the woods and had a spot of lunch by Loch Katrine. A little pedestrian perhaps but a fine day out with good company. First of the season, you have to ease yersel’ in, Ken? Aye to the Hills…
Tilt
December 13th, 2011 • Mountainbiking • No comments • Misha
Against advice we went to do the classic Glen Tilt route on bike. It was said definitely a route for dry conditions, not on the back of one of the wettest weeks of the year. we almost turned back in a snowstorm but with a chin to the wind we were rewarded as we dropped down into Glen Tilt. The pictures cant do it justice. Classic and Epic.
River Allen
October 30th, 2011 • River Kayaking • No comments • Misha
Carrying on Somhairle’s water vibe…
Camera 2 took a hell a beating at the weekend. I was just trying to persuade him might be time to think about retirement – a ‘well deserved rest’ it would be. Round and round, recirculating under a weir he went, long after I had got out of there. Not many would make it through that,especially after the life he’s had, but I think he was throwing down the gauntlet, as there’s a new camera in town – and by god did he not show the young guns how it’s done -even at that grand old age. He’s just been wandering about the house since then with a extra spring in his step, babbling on about nights in the desert, days on mountains and about new cameras not being up to much ’ I’ll show them 9 point auto-focus’.
Fluich Uisge
October 15th, 2011 • Random • No comments • Somhairle
There has been some wet water about lately, here’s some massively over processed photos from a wet weekend in Loch Ard.
Relentless 24 – Binge Mountain Biking
October 9th, 2011 • Mountainbiking • No comments • Somhairle
After a summer of being out on the mountain bike a grand total of 3 times, committing to do a 24hour race seemed like a good way of forcing me back to the hill. As I sit here fresh from the a82 south, tired, in pain and smelling like a rotting tramp I feel good. Why? There is no conceivable explanation.
The weather was harsh, classic Lochaber rain that ebbed from viscous drizzle to driving droplets the size of gravel. A massively improved course from previous years was at first fast and defined, proper climbs – proper descents, gone were the lonesome non-discript drags of old. The trail deteriorated in step with the weather and become an eroded minefield of draggy mud, slick roots and newly dug holes. The night shifts were hard lonely slogs, interrupted only by brief chats with folk either passing or lagging and the hugely enthusiastic (drunk?) marshals. The craic was mighty back in camp, with few dull moments of introspective pain and exhaustion.
So the question remains; Why? Why indeed, why was is so enjoyable when for vast amounts of time there was nothing but pain and contemptuous weather / terrain? The answer my friends is in the stars, there is no answer. It is a strange paradox of pain, laughter, adrenalin, sleep deprivation and the enjoyment of life’s simple pleasures camaraderie, sustenance and the comfort that comes from rest in dry clothes and warm places.
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