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May offered up the first chance to grab a week revisiting some corners of Assynt, see some friends and fit in a few other bits and pieces, Those included the Scottish National Theatre's production of "Cheviot" and also a trip to the Isle of May. I could also do a bit of volunteering with Coigach and Assynt Living Landscapes (CALL) as for once our dates were going to coincide.
Part 1Day 1: Arrived Saturday 18th MayDay 2: Cranstackie and Beinn Spionnaidh -
just Cranstackie in the end - with Mosquito crash remainsDay 3: CALL volunteering, then to Inverness for the Groam House Museum and "The Cheviot, the Stag and the Black, Black Oil"Day 4: Sgorr Tuath and Beinn an Eoin what a tart of a hill!!Part 2 separate WR: https://www.walkhighlands.co.uk/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=9&t=89860Day 5: Beinn Dearg abort - Scoraig insteadDay 6: Quinag abort - more CALL volunteering and Ullapool Museum insteadDay 7: Beinn More Assynt South Top & Glen OykelDay 8: Catch up with pal on route to AnstrutherDay 9: Isle of MayDay 1: Arrived Saturday 18th MayAn evening arrival gave me a quick chance to visit the yelling Smoo Cave fulmars before bed.
014 Above Smoo Cave by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
023 Calling fulmar pair by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
Just outside Durness, I was flown at by a short-eared owl, which was lovely - but it departed into the gloaming before I could get the camera out. Pictures would have been rubbish though, it was too dark.
Day 2: Cranstackie and Beinn SpionnaidhWell, that was the plan anyway, but ended up being just Cranstackie. After catching up with a pal who'd just completed the CWT, and watching the cloud rolling about to the south (darn), I set off.
003 River Dionard towards Foinavens A Cheir Ghorm by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
At Rhigolter I was bounced at by a gorgeous collie pup. Bit like Floss (
https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p077jbt4) but more bouncy!
I decided not to head straight into the corrie to aim for the bealach between these two northernmost Corbetts, but instead to head more directly up Cranstackie. It was steep - every way up is steep - but seeing the crest pulled me up like a magnet.
007 1st view of Cranstackie crest by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
At first, the offerings at ground level were marsh orchid, and spring squill...
008 Spring squill by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
... and [what's this?]...
010 Needs ID by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
... with blaeberry in its early pink blush of youth.
036 Blaeberry in spring by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
But I'd also stumbled across loads of bits of plane crash. I hadn't known a plane had crashed here, but I'm not surprised. If you're a northernmost Corbett, folk are probably not expecting you to be there. What did surprise me was how many tiny bits there were, and no big bits. And then I found sections made of wood - this was a Mosquito.
011 Mosquito crash by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
012 Mosquito crash by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
017 Mosquito crash by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
I spent ages picking out these sorry remains and wondering what had happened. I thought perhaps they'd flown in from the north, swung west for some reason in cloud, and, not expecting such high ground, slammed into the crags. But apparently it's thought they flew in over the top of Cranstackie itself from the east, returning from a bombing exercise (1943), clipped the crags as they came over and disintegrated and burnt down the west side. Pilot: Donald Louis Pavey, Navigator/bomber: Bernard Walter Stimson.
Beyond the crash I was looking down to Gualin House and out to the Minch. The weather wasn't looking too promising for views from the top, and I really wanted to get a good view of Foinaven which I'd been up last year but been wind-blasted off the top before I could do any of the ridge.
020 Mosquito crash by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
Still, Cranstackie's top itself was clear, so eventually I carried on.
026 Mosquito crash and crest by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
(Well, with a few more distractions...)
028 Mosquito crash 2nd wood by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
029 Mosquito crash by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
Towards the top it was really pleasant at first:
036a Stones and grass to the top by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
and then really less so!
037 Last stony pull to top by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
Just before the summit cairnI looked back and the Kyle of Durness had appeared:
038 Over Cioch Mhor to Kyle of Durness by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
Then it was a hop, skip and a jump to the precariously perched cairn, with - yes - Foinaven's beautiful ridge in the clear

and a whole new interesting angle on this top NW corner I'd not had before.
039 Cranstackie summit and Foinaven ridge by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
040 Towards Kinlochbervie by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
041 Ben Hope with Ben Loyal behind by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
041 Foinaven by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
042 Foinaven zoom by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
042 SE to shadowy Ben Klibreck by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
043 SSE over Loch Dionard to Ben Hee by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
045 Loch Eriboll by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
Time to descend and head up Beinn Spionnaidh. I'd had a sudden burst of sunshine at the top, which was great for a lunch with a view. And now the weather was changing, and with it, the light was stunning.
046 Weather coming in over Beinn Spionneidh by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
047 Bens Hope and Loyal with Loch Eriboll by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
050 Shining River Dionard by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
The cloud rolled in and looked set to hang about, which it did, cloaking Beinn Spionnaidh in clag.
051 Losing Beinn Spionneidhs top by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
As I descended, so did the clag. Decision time. A few dozen metres of more loose boulders to get to the top, then once on top 400m of the same loose rock in cloud and no chance of any views... then an equally annoying descent. I knew how very, very little I'd enjoy that! So BS can get a visit on another day.
I came down, this time a bit more into the corrie to see what I'd missed, said hello to the deer..
055 Hinds by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
and found this thing. My head said "crap trebuchet"... but that's my silly head. I genuinely don't know what it is though!
056 Trebuchet by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
Down earlier than planned, I loped around the beaches, picking litter and enjoying the sea

before heading to the Lazy Crofter bunkhouse for an evening in good company. Two of my fellow inmates had brought a moth-trap with them, and the star of the show in the morning was a puss moth, the snowy owl of the moth world!
057 Back at Sango Sands by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
Day 3: CALL volunteering, then to Inverness for the Groam House Museum and "The Cheviot, the Stag and the Black, Black Oil"There may not yet be a tourist tax, but I do generally try to make some kind of contributions whenever I'm in the Highlands or Islands. Normally I fit in a beach-clean. This time CALL and Little Assynt Nursery were after volunteers to prick out and replant seedlings of native species (bird cherry in this case) and to weed the young trees. Very enjoyable, in spite of the polytunnel midge-fest

and great to meet Nick and Sue, the Nursery experts, and Vickii, CALL's vol manager.
002 Pricking out and replanting seedlings CALL photo by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr (Two of us replanted 192 seedlings.)
003 Weeding alder birch and rowan CALL photo by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr (The weeds were mostly willow herb and shepherd's purse, which explodes if it's left to grow.)
004 Little Assynt Nursery by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
(on the A837)
Then to Inverness, squeezing in Picts at the Groam House Museum at Rosemarkie, and meeting a friend to see the National Theatre of Scotland's latest take on
Cheviot which was blisteringly excellent

So much I could say about this, but here's not the place!
Day 4: Sgorr Tuath and Beinn an EoinThis has been on my radar for yonks, but every time I've been up in Assynt in the last 12 months the weather's put paid to the views. At last, today, it was perfect

. I came off ST feeling utterly spoilt. In fact, because I've walked in cloud up here so often, amazingly I've not yet seen this view properly, though have been rewarded by a brocken spectre on Fhidhleir. I adore Ben More Coigach - its subtlety, its corners and that superb elegant limb stretching to the Summer Isles. ST, by contrast, has no subtlety - it's brazen!
The other benefit of this area, for me, is with no paths, big boggy holes, and vertical heather-bashing, people don't bother much with these two. I met three people, all going in the opposite direction to me (Beinn an Eoin first for them, Sgorr Tuath first for me).
Each reveal as you walk up is a stunner, with a good view of Fhidhleir and BMC, but you can't take your eyes off the candy!
006 Ben More Coigach to Sgorr Tuath by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
018 Stac Pollaidh over Loch Lurgainn by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
020 Lousewort - cause not cure by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
026 Stac Pollaidh clouds and Suilven by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
026 Wide angle from corrie by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
027 Stac Pollaidh detail from ST ascent by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
028 Suilven zoom by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
045 Over Beinn Tarsuinn to Seana Bhraigh and Beainn Dearg by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
048 Stac Pollaidh Suilven and Cul Beag from ST summit by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
049 NW to Enard Bay by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
050 Sideways glance at Stac Pollaidh for subtlety by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr (OK -
some subtlety

)
051 Suilven with Quinag behind and Meall Horn to the right by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
055 Stac Pollaidh and Suilven pano by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
059 Summer Isles from ST summit by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
061 Fannichs from ST summit by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
The cherry on top up here is the barley-twist sandstone tors. And a little west from ST's summit crag, here they were...
057 Ah - those tors by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
068 Crazy tor SP and Suilven by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
070 SP - tor - Suilven classic shot banner by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
072 SP - tor - Suilven - Cul Mor classic shot by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
073 Fhidhleir north tops by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
Up on An Teallach at Easter, it had been too hazy to see the Summer Isles. Today it was clear, and Harris was in good view on the horizon.
075 Summer Isles and Lewis Harris zoom by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
077 Zoom to Clisham on Harris by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
079 West to Meall an Fheadain with transmitter mast by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
The view of Stac Polleidh, just over the road, was smashing, and evoked extremely fond memories of my first ascent back in 1990.
080 Stac Pollaidh and N towards Lochinver and Kylesku by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
And Suilven was cloud-free too, unlike my last ascent, which had been a sunny walk in and a clag-wrapped walk up and down.
081 Suilven - and Quinag - between lumps by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
After a million more photos (politician-style stat, that, but I did take oodles!), I tore myself away, and set off for Sgorr Deas, looking forward to being a bit closer to my absolute favourite corner of BMC and Fhidhleir.
082 Bye bye tors by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
On the way, it was good to take in the other beauties around. I don't think a hill has made me feel quite so dirty as Sgorr Tuath! Too much. I was grinning like mad, but really, it's such a tart
It was a real joy to look out to Beainn Dearg, Seana Bhraigh, the Fannichs et al from up here. Thank goodness there wasn't a sea eagle encounter today, or I'd have totally lost control

.
089 Beinn Dearg over Beinn Tarsuinn by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
090 Seana Bhraigh zoom by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
Looking back (because it is absolutely impossible to resist), I saw a gingerbread-man shaped rock covered in bird-poo. It's obviously a favourite flat perch, and if you've got eagle-eyes - cos you're an eagle - it must be pretty good for hunting.
093 Classic view with gingerbread man rock by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
Before long I came to the MASSIVE CLEFT I'd read about in Weaselmaster's and Allison's WR. It really does seem to reach right down to hell. I lay on my stomach and peered, which was dizzying, but just couldn't see a bottom to this gap.
095 Massive cleft by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
Not from any angle...:
096 Massive cleft by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
Once over that, it was a steep descent, with a little wiggle to the left, down to the bealach.
099 Bealach by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
Here I saw the first two of my three fellow-walkers, coming down off Sgorr Deas and about to head up where I was coming down.
As I ascended to Sgorr Deas, I looked back at the bealach and this west end of Sgorr Tuath. One of the walkers had made it to the top (tiny vertical line on the ridge in this photo):
104 Raised pavement to Sgorr Tuath by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
... and the other was still huffing and puffing up the slope but I couldn't see him. He'd said he couldn't keep up with his friend!

(Good for you, pal, what's the rush?)
Up at Sgorr Deas I was pleased with my choice to go anticlockwise. Suilven and co were just under cloud now.
110 Assynt hills with Sgorr Tuath this time by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
Looking west I felt at home. Each time I'm up on BMC and Fhidhleir I leave a bit of my heart (figuratively speaking, that is - no internal organ litter, I promise...).
111 BMC and Fhidhleir pano by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
And over Fhidhleir's rolling north tops, was that Skye I was seeing so clearly?
114 Can that be Trotternish beyond Beinn nan Caorach by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
I sat and had a coffee here, looking north and west (to quote Corrag), and enjoying the come-down from the OTT Sgurr Tuath view.
116 North to the Point of Stoer by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
121 Fhidhleir prow and Garbh Choireachan ridge by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
118 Contrasts from Sgorr Deas by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
The two walkers I'd passed might have been feeling the same. They were at Sgorr Tuath's summit cairn, sitting with their backs to Suilven, and looking out over Loch Lurgainn!
120 Two chaps on ST summit zoom by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
Then it was up and on to Beinn an Eoin's top, with a glance (yeah, right...) back to THAT VIEW.
123 Top of Sgorr Deas by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
124 Who is that actor by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
125 Up to Beinn an Eoin summit by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
126 Elephant terraces by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
127 Fhidhleir through the elephants eye by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
129 Beinn an Eoin summit by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
And finally, the reluctant descent, via the steep SE flank of Cioch Beinn and Eoin...
131 Reluctant descent by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
132 Steep flank of Cioch Beinn an Eoin by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
On the way up, I'd stayed to the right of the deer fence, and where there's a gap marked on the map, there wasn't in reality, so I'd climbed over the fence. So on the way down, I stayed on the south side of the fence. Fine, but it did mean a shinny along a log, hands high on the attached wire fencing to cross the burn.
135 Wheres the gap by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
136 Burn crossing at your own risk by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
008 Risk sign - which side of fence by
Emma Kendon, on Flickr
(Whichever way you go is tricky...)
What an amazing hill. The forecast for the next two days was dire, so I was so lucky with the conditions.
Days like this always make me wonder why people fly off. Since Easter, and in particular since the Easter bombs in Sri Lanka - where I have a lot of family, who were all ok - I've asked myself this yet again. At Easter, both I and my neice (who is also part Sri Lankan), were in Dundonnell. It was a terrible, awful irony that Anders Povslen and family were in Sri Lanka.