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Yeah, I can say this one - I learned it years ago, when I moved to the area and knew I’d climb it sometime. My Gaelic consists of only the hills I’ve climbed, so slowly I’m learning a few words!
I had a day off, and decided very last minute to climb a small hill. This was quite significant as it was the first Scottish hill I have climbed his year. I did climb the Yorkshire Dales’ highest hill in the summer, but apart from that have been distracted by two things: one, my horrendous, two-years-and-counting divorce, and two, the fact that my other half has a boat… so I’ve been spending all my free time exploring the Western Isles and the west coast of Scotland instead! Time to get some hills in before the end of the year!
The forecast, which is completely unreliable these days, said it was going to be very sunny so I thought it would be rather lovely as the Autumn colours are so good. In the end, it was flat calm - hooray no midgies - but very grey, and by the time I descended again was actually drizzling! Terrain was basically pathless bog; I took the WH route and returned the same way as I didn’t want to walk along the road.
I don’t have loads of lovely photos, and others have done that very nicely anyway in their reports. What I did see were several lovely Ptarmigan, calling from rocks as I passed through the rocky area to the summit. They seemed unperturbed by my presence, and blended into the landscape so perfectly, that every rock became a potential bird. Aside from a lone raven circling, and some stags roaring on the hillside on the other side of the loch, there was no other wildlife. I’d been out walking yesterday in an area with more trees, and the fieldfares and redwings had been out eating the rowan berries, which are so plentiful his year.
Glad to have finally ticked this one off the list anyway!
