Mullach Mor,Rum.

23rd April 2012.

In an effort to get up to date I`ve missed out on a few trips πŸ™‚

The forecast on Saturday predicted a few days of settled weather early midweek but we decided to play safe and make our minds up at 10pm on the Sunday night.It was still looking good so I picked up Bob at some ungodly hour on the Monday morning for the drive up to Mallaig aiming for the 10.15am ferry.I always like to leave early to catch the sunrise if possible,so,having time in hand, we stopped here there and everywhere for a look around.

Rannoch Moor…

Dawn on Rannoch Moor.

Dawn on Rannoch Moor.

Ben Nevis further up the road….

Ben Nevis.

Ben Nevis.

30 minutes at Glenfinnan to stretch the legs and look down the loch…

Sgurr Ghiubhsachain.

Sgurr Ghiubhsachain.

A stop near Morar to take in the Skye ridge…

Skye ridge from Morar.

Skye ridge from Morar.

WeΒ  eventually hit Mallaig 30 minutes before departure time.It was a lovely morning for a sail on the west coast and I passed the time on the crossing chatting to a Canadian woman,Susan from Edinburgh, who was the spitting image of Emmylou Harris.I actually asked Emmylou to marry me once at the back door of the Glasgow Concert Hall after a gig there but I must have caught her unawares as she asked for time to think about.Guess she lost my phone numberΒ  as I never heard from her again.Hope springs eternal though and my contact details are at the top of the page πŸ™‚

Two and a half hours later after a stop at Eigg we jumped ship at Loch Scresort.We`d brought the bikes along so it was only a few minutes pedalling to the small campsite where we pitched the tents and had a bite to eat before heading round to the shop for a few things.Leaving the bikes at the shop,we crossed the bridge and followed the path into the woods on the north side of the Kinloch river,carrying on until directly south of the summit before climbing through a band of tussock hell to gain the easier going above.It was a lovely day and made even better with the view over to the Cuillin of Skye from the summit plateau.

Mullach Mor,Rum.

Mullach Mor,Rum.

A short traverse to the west and we were at the summit…

Skye Cuillin from Rum.

Skye Cuillin from Rum.

The wonderful thing about small islands is that there is never any rush.We lay around the summit for an hour or so πŸ™‚

Bob looking over to Orval…

Orval.

Orval.

A closer look at the Skye Cuillin….

Southern end of the Skye Ridge.

Southern end of the Skye Ridge.

Back the other way again to Hallaval and Askival.Picture from Bob.

Hallaval and Askival.

Hallaval and Askival.

The scattered white crofts of Elgol and the Red Cuillin….

Elgol and the Red Cuillin.

Elgol and the Red Cuillin.

Eventually,as usual,hunger got the better of Bob and we made a beeline back down to the path….

Rum Cuillin from Mullach Mor.

Rum Cuillin from Mullach Mor.

As it was a bit on the cold side we biked down to the castle after dinner for a pint and seat in front of the fire.I`m not sure which one of these delights I was looking forward to the most but in the event we were to be disappointed on both counts.The ceiling in the bar had collapsed the previous week and it was closed for the foreseeable future 😦
So,back to the tent it was where at least I had a nice bottle of wine waiting πŸ™‚

Rum camp site.

Rum camp site.

A word of warning if camping here.The black labrador from the village is in the habit of calling round to the campsite and has perfected the technique of unzipping tents to sample the foody delights contained therein.Ring a bell Ken ? As if that wasn`t enough,the hooded crows seemed to have watched and learned from the dog.Leave nothing under the flysheet or in the camping shelter.The hoodie that punctured the can of beer must have got a bit of a soaking πŸ™‚
It was relatively quiet here.A guy from Cockermouth Mountain Rescue team with a Dutch friend.A retired woman,Harriet, from Edinburgh on a two week tour of the Small Isles who had a very funky trailer for her bike.A retired surgeon named Zoe who had spent a lot of her time volunteering in third world war zones including Afghanistan recently.She never even had a tent with her.On returning from her daily walk she donned a down suit before bivvying in the wooden shelter.She was a lot older than me I can tell you,a hard woman.! A girl from Ayrshire had also arrived to take part in a geological tour of the island the next day and that was it.The spaniel belonging to the Cockermouth guys was a bit of a nuisance though as it barked non stop.Even the folk on the other side of the loch were complaining.

Early to bed for an early start on the ridge the next day πŸ™‚

PS: Just noticed this less than complimentary decription of the ascent.!

http://www.rhb.org.uk/marhofn/marhofn153/marhofn1531801.htm

 

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12 Responses to Mullach Mor,Rum.

  1. afootinthehills says:

    Rum is high on our list for next year and I’m looking forward to reading about your day on the ridge. Some lovely photographs again Alex.

  2. How come we never see anyone’s faces……? πŸ™‚

    • I`d like to say that it is because we are so handsome and can`t be bothered with the hordes of female followers we would attract .The truth is that we usually make our own separate ways up the hills and meet at the summit by which time we have both taken loads of pics πŸ™‚ I`ll try my best next time.!

  3. Emmylou says:

    So glad I found you Hotboy.! Of course I`ll marry you πŸ™‚

    Love,

    Emmy xxxx

  4. McEff says:

    Well that was different on a number of counts. Thoroughly refreshing. Shame about Emmy, though. Ships in the night and all that.
    Alen McF

    • Thank you Alen.I wouldn`t worry too much about Emmylou.Given time I`m sure she`ll recover and hopefully find someone else with whom to share her millions.It`s not a nice feeling having to break someone`s heart 😦

  5. That’s both hilarious and awful about the lab that can break in and eat all your goodies whle you’re up the hill!

    Shame about Emmylou – I think she has a great voice but had no idea what she looked like until i just googled her image now – very pretty. She’s obviously got no taste if she turned you down Alex (I’m saying that after I saw your pic on Bob’s blog of course πŸ˜‰ ).

    Your photos are absolutely superb πŸ™‚
    Carol.

  6. Paul says:

    Your retired surgeon I don’t think would last very long sleeping out like that a month later on Rum. I spent a month there in a May a few moons ago and not only is their density higher per cm2 they also come out earlier and some go about on steroids.

    • Dunno Paul.She didn`t own a house ,just lived in an old transit van with a kayak and a bike on the roof and her skin was like leather.
      She lived on the road apart from the odd sojourn abroad in winter.

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