Snipe were heard, then seen, just as we took the track to Gleann na Guiserein and so to a crossing of the Abhainn Inbhir Ghuiserein. We got across easily but in spate the bridge near Folach would be required.
The route from here is rough as only Knoydart can be. The scent of myrtle was in the air as we walked through a veritable forest of it brushing the leaves as we went. The temperature soared; slopes steepened; upward progress slowed. As always, a steady rhythm brought us to the broad, rocky and complex ridge, but Beinn na Caillich's summit looked no closer. In fact it didn't look part of the same hill - but we knew it was! Ladhar Bheinn with plunging slopes of An Diollaid dominates the immediate scene and, across Loch Hourn, Beinn Sgritheall. Pure wildness.
The descent seemed no easier, the temperatures still high. Back at Inverie, pints of iced ginger beer from The Old Forge finished off the day. What a scene - what a day. Mutual tick removal back at the tent!
I'm sending this from the Beaach Bhuidhe looking at some the finest hill country to be found anywhere in the world.
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2 comments:
Superb ice cold ginger beer after a sunny day in the hills, bliss. Enjoy.
Oh dear! Your words unearth similar memories - so descriptive - it is almost too much to bear!
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