Another mountain I conquered was Mullach an Langa, standing 2,000 feet tall. It sits at the western end of the Clisham Horseshoe.
Saturday 23/04/05 - Mullach an Langa
Sunny
day to start with. Went south on the Harris bus at 10.20. Just before
the Grimshader turn, 3 dead sheep lay in the verge of the road.
Somebody is guilty of mass slaughter. I got off
at Vigadale Glen, and it felt stifling. Walked as far as the cairn,
then a little way on the southwestern branch. From there, I traversed
along the higher reaches of Glen Langadale, until I gained the pass at
the head of Glen Scaladale. There is no wind today, and it’s quite warm
in the sun. Reach the pass at 12.30, and commence the ascent of Mullach
an Langa, a hill of 614 m (2,014 ft). This proves to be a slightly
tricky proposition. It’s steep and littered with rocks and bogs. Have
to zigzag my way up, but that’s no problem. Problems start on the
higher slopes. Mullach an Langa has a rockstrewn crown, and I have to
do some scrambling over rocks and boulders. The ascent is done from the
northeast; the northfacing slope is precipitous; the western slope
plunges down into the valley between Mullach and Teileasbhal. Reach the
summit cairn at 1.15. Views are hazy but still good. Loch Langabhat,
Rapaire and Stuabhal to the west. Teileasbhal and Uisgneabhal to the
southwest. To the south, the beaches at Losgaintir, Seilebost and
Northton; Ceapabhal and Pabbay beside the latter. Further on south and
east: Mullach fo-Thuath and Dheas, An t-Isean and of course piece de
resistance: An Clisham. Toddum is visible through a gap in the hills.
The ridge to Clisham is beyond me. I could conceivably gain Mulla
fo-Thuath, but I’d have considerable trouble with rocks and a sense of
exposure. Climbing Clisham this way is a major expedition, requiring
(a) an early start (b) stamina (c) scrambling skills (d) head for
heights (e) settled weather. The oppressive feel to the weather is born
out by a very weak weatherfront obscuring the sun after 2pm. I teeter
my way down that hill again, reaching the valley at 3 o’clock. See a
herd of deer below Mo Bhigadale, and I am to encounter all 14 of them a
few times on my way east. I keep an altitude of 1,000 feet to enjoy the
mountain scenery. A coastguard helicopter circles the Clisham. The
frontal clouds touch the summit not long after. This mountain is ‘only’
799 m high, but deserves the respect of a major Munro. I go sharply
downhill just before Mo Creag, in order NOT to fall down this 500 ft
escarpment. The lochan of Loch Misteach is the warning marker across
the valley. Once at the very bottom of the valley, a path will
materialize to sort of take you back to the main road. “Sort of”
because the path is boggy and ill-defined. At any rate, I return to the
A859 at the Scaladale bridge and walk the 1½ miles to Bogha Glas. It’s
not good road walking, because this is the section with the road works
on it. No work is being carried out today though. Pass Scaladale
Outdoor Centre and Aird a’Mhulain castle. Mo Creag rears up in the
west. Return to Bogha Glas, past some Highland cattle, at 4.55. While I
wait for the 5.05 bus, a few drops of rain fall out of a grey sky. A
woman is on there with her kids. They’ve been on the go since 6.30
a.m., probably out of Glasgow. From Balallan, the South Lochs service
takes over. The driver kicks his kids unceremoniously off in the
village. The woman nearly falls through the window on the Co-op
roundabout in Stornoway, only my knee against her thigh prevents a
disaster. Return to town at 5.50.
Saturday, 25 August 2007
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These photos are great, Scotland has such fantastic scenery! I love the Highland cattle too, I saw a lot when I was there. Jeannette xx
ReplyDeleteAnother wonderful scenic tour and 'comfortable treck from my armchair' Guido.
ReplyDeleteI can hear the silence and feel the remoteness. The vistas are second to none.
Spectacular! A well observed and condensed report of the strenuous walk and climbs you took. It looked so screedy and rocky up near the summits and an uncomfortable traverse over the undulating hummocks of boggy ground. Killers on the ankles, quadriceps and the gastrocnemii...yes?
Worth it all for the wonderful company of 'self satisfaction' sitting there with you, as you looked out over the panoramic views you earned from your hard climb.
Magical!
Excellent read! Thanks for these entries.
Jeanie