I’d never climbed Ben Wyvis on a clear day. A vast tract of the wild north that I knew must be visible from the summit plateau had been elusive during my previous four forays, hidden from view by obstinate walls of mist. Furthermore, life on the plateau had a habit of being wind-blasted and breathtakingly cold, even…
Category: Hill running
Beinn Eighe
Beinn Eighe, Liathach’s next door neighbour, boasts seven summits above 3000ft. I had no intention of visiting them all, not today at least. The two Munros – Ruadh-stac Mor and Spidean Coire nan Clach – would suffice. I ran, which was fine, if not wearisome, until I reached Loch Coire Mhic Fhearchair. A trot became a…
Carn na Saobhaidhe
Carn na Saobhaidhe is a 811-metre Monadhliath Corbett, rising a long, long way from anywhere. Unwilling to face the tedium of walking there and back – a 17-mile roundtrip – I ran, instantly turning a six-hour trudge into a two-and-a-half hour sprint. The bulldozed tracks to the summit are rightly despised by environmentalists and these…
Heights of Madness 