Thursday, 31 May 2012
Sgurr Coire Choinnichean.Knoydart.Last Part.
Alex did say it had the best views of the three but I think he was just relieved his pain had at last ended.
(Not me honest,separate tents, separate toothbrush!) It was caused by three days of sweaty rubbing and friction between his bum cheeks and his soaked trouser material apparently. (Hey! Too much detail! ALEX.)
We walked back to the tents via the lush,damp and cool Knoydart in a Knutshell walk. This is a cracking wee route through the woodlands and fields surrounding the village and is well worth doing.Its in the shade for much of the time which was a slice of heaven during weather like this.
All that was left was to pack up and catch the 3.00 pm ferry back to Mallaig.£10 each single trip one way on the landing craft.£4 a night for the campsite.Compostable toilet which was a novelty.A wee shed with a deep hole.A fantastic trip which we both enjoyed and great to visit here at long last.Alex gets his motivation for going up hills from his lists of trigs and the satisfaction of being able to mark them up afterwards.I get mine from dreaming about a range of topics as I climb upwards.Yesterday I,d read in the paper that sweet Keira Knightley had announced her engagement to the Klaxons rock group.Any pain in my feet was replaced by a pain in my heart.Approaching 60, ugly and skint I always thought I was in with a real chance there due to my superior life experience and endearing habits like scoffing cold beans straight from the tin in the tent with a spoon.
And the fact that she was going out with them all...well..I always suspected she might be a bold one.
( A,hem. I think you will find out she,s only getting engaged to one guy from that popular beat combo. ALEX.)
Really! Damn those dropped beans! That bit was tricky to read.Another treasured male fantasy shattered and that one had wings.Never mind Just the thought of that misread article got me to the summit of Sgurr Coire Choinnichean in jig time.I must drop baked beans onto the daily newspapers more often.Makes the headlines more interesting.Almost beat the guidebook time despite the heat and lack of a decent path.
Just one last thought.This next bit is not a complaint just an observation.Admittedly we arrived here during a spell of fantastic weather on the west coast but considering its tags of "Isolated community ,Hard to reach.Cut off .A true wilderness" etc. I felt I should voice the impressions I had of the place on our visit.The village is lovely with some nice quirky touches.The hills are as wild,untamed and high as ever.
They still exist of course...those completely empty places....they are not admittedly as dramatic or as scenic as this place and tend to be away from the magnetic draw of Munro's and Corbett,s.You can still walk in Scotland for days without seeing anyone and camp for months without anyone knowing about it .
But I for one am never going to write about those rare places on here .Trust me...Its much better that way :)
Too many are going or gone already.
Whenever you put " The last great wilderness" down on paper anywhere expect a rush.