For the last year or so I have been meaning to explore the gentle-looking horseshoe ridge of Beinn Dearg right next to the famous hill runner magnet Glamaig. This past Sunday the day had come.
We always seem to struggle to leave for a walk before 11am (we’ve come to call it the ‘rule of 11’). I failed this rule by only 4 hours and set out on my walk at 3pm. Just as well the days are so long at this time of the year, and there are no midges yet either (not yet…).
The walk up to the first top wasn’t quite as gentle as it looked from a comfortable car seat, but walking in the shadow of a sea eagle, I didn’t feel like complaining too much. Apart from the eagle and a couple of brave cliff hanger sheep, it was just me and the hills.
I spent about an hour on Beinn Dearg Mhór, just sitting in the sun and enjoying the views and the moment. There is nothing like sitting on a mountain top for getting a bit of perspective on life, and new weaving ideas into my head.
The way down was a slightly undignified scree stumble, but I made it. I finished the day with a dip in the river, which has the most amazing pools and waterfalls all along the way. It had been a hot day and the water was surprisingly warm from the heat of sun-soaked rocks.
I’m already looking forward to my next hill, and hope you’ll have some time for a bit of walking yourself!