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After 7 months, a return to the Highlands at last! First time walking with a Walk / Talk Highlander, first time venturing North of Ullapool, and first time walking in Scotland in Spring, or so I thought… On this Monday morning, Rocket-Ron, my gracious host for the week, drove us Northwest from Inverness through some of the most exciting hill country in the area, but the big ones kept their summits well out of sight. Intermittent sleet down in the glens, near zero temperature, glimpses of snow-covered Corbetts, and the realization I might get my first bit of snow walking after all. Snow in May? Snow it is! Exciting! Scary? Cold. Most definitely, cold.
The target: an Assynt gem, Ron’s favorite small hill, one very high on my wish list, and the perfect ‘help I’m Dutch I don’t do hills it’ll hurt but I do like scrambling’-start of a week’s walking. You guessed it: Stac Pollaidh. Smallish and a very short walk in, there wouldn’t be much keeping us from reaching this summit despite the weather. Driving up, I found myself estimating the height of the hills around me, checking cloud levels, and using sheer willpower to WISH Stac Pollaidh clear. Closer, straining my neck to try and look around the next hill, and then the next, in the hopes of spotting our target.
Found at last:
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Excitement growing; I felt like a puppy about to be let of the leash. To be back in Scotland, and then find myself in this magical corner… It doesn’t get much better. Aside from one older couple gearing up at the car park, it seemed like we’d have the hill to ourselves. Might that have something to do with the forecast for “extreme buffeting, at times making all mobility impossible”?
The excellent path makes for quick going round to the back of the hill, where the ascent proper starts. Across the loch, Sgurr An Fhidleir looked foreboding and awesome:
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Clouds drifting by very fast leading to views continually changing. A bit of the Summer Isles; a glimpse of Cul Beag and Cul Mor; Suilven and Cul Mor playing hide and seek:
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We were around the right side of the hill (seen from the car park) and up on the crest in no time, where the full force of the wind hit us straight away. Wow! I had to crouch down behind a boulder as I did not think I could keep standing. I nearly let go my hopes of reaching the true summit, but Ron wouldn’t be Ron if he’d let one gust of wind stop him, and after a few moments it passed and we were off along the rocky ridge. Lucky for us it turned out we actually spent most of the time on the leeward side, protected from the worst of the wind.
And what a ridge it is!
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First summit reached easily, the one where the WH description ends. A lovely vantage point, from where you have a good view of the true summit and the one rocky obstacle you need to get up to reach it. In fact, it didn’t look that bad. Ron decided to demonstrate the ‘hard’ way up first:
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And though I figured I’d try Ron’s route if there wasn’t an alternative, there is a much easier option: when facing the rock wall, bypass it on the left and you’ll find a crevice running up at an angle. You can squeeze yourself into it and then it’s only one awkward pull and a little bit of knee-scraping and grunting and you’re up. Might be a bit more difficult if you’re short, but as I’m Dutch, that wasn’t a problem

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I might have to add that by this time we’d already left our packs somewhere to scoot over one very airy bit of rock that juts out over a steep drop. I don’t have a fear of heights, but did not want to risk having my pack catch on the rock or push me forward into the abyss, so opted for leaving it. I don’t remember for sure if this was before the first or the second summit, but think it was before the first summit.
True summit reached! The highest point, so obviously this was where the winds hit us again and aside from a a quick summit pose / sail and some pictures of the view, we did not linger long. We made even better time going down, with me running after Ron on the last portion of the track (running - seriously!).
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Back at the car in two and a half hours, plenty time yet and an appetite for more. (Who wouldn’t in such surroundings?!) These being my first hills in over half a year, we opted for the lowest nearby neighbor, Cul Beag. This little Corbett sits right next to Stac Pollaidh. You only need to drive a little ways down the road. It makes sense to do bigger Cul Mor behind it as well if you’re in the neighborhood, but that’s a long one, and wasn’t for today. Just a quicky up and down.
Cul Beag:
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There’s a stalkers path up to a little Lochan between Stac Pollaidh and Cul Beag, but as soon as you leave that path and start going up the flank of the hill it’s a slippery, grassy mess all the way to the small bealach between the true summit on the right and a minor summit on the left. And a steep slippery mess at that!
This is where my lack of hill training got to me. At times I felt like I wanted to turn back, legs were just done for. I almost named this report ‘No Mor please, I Beag you!’ But in the end, I couldn’t let a silly little Corbett get to me, so I quit whining and followed Ron up. At the bealach we turned onto a zigzag path up to the summit, quite straightforward had it not been for the nasty wind and hail that decided to visit us. Summit bagged in clag:
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I took my time descending leisurely while Ron ran ahead to go up to the minor top on the other side of the bealach. I swear, the man’s like a mountain goat! Can you spot him?
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I bet the views from the summit of Cul Beag on a clear day are stunning, as the ones lower down were wonderful already! The views towards Stac Pollaidh and Suilven are excellent:
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Still early, so we drove past Ardvreck Castle on the way back. It’s on a small promontory; there's some displays with information. Aside from the castle ruin there's another big house (also a ruin) and some grave hills. Quinag is across the loch (another hill I’d like to visit!).
Ardvreck Castle:
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Quinag across the water:
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On the way home we spotted these along the road:
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Tired, satisfied, happy. Assynt, I’ll visit again. Soon!
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