Last Double Digit Day!

How did this creep up? Today is the 10 day countdown, until we set off for Kilimanjaro. Training is more or less behind us, now it is shopping for those last minute items that I might only ever use on this trip.

Items such as:

Solar charger: Much as I may walk in the hills after this trek, I am unlikely to go out for long enough that my battery goes flat. But then again I might get a liking for this trekking lark and do more.

USB battery charger: See above!

4 seasons sleeping bag with liner: See above!

Can you spot an item which once I’m done with this trek will be confined to the bin, just incase someone uses it in the kitchen by accident?


It’s Getting Exciting Now!

Items I have bought for walking that I wear/use in Scotland:

Down jacket

Thermal underwear

Some of those might even be for 1 day or night. The one known as “Summit Day”. Items for this night and day include:

A balaclava,

Thick gloves,

Hand & Feet warmers.

Tomorrow we are into single digits. 9 days and countdown.

Exciting times ahead.

3 Different Walks, Same Summit

Goatfell: 874 metres

This is my third summit of Goatfell, and possibly my last, but then I said that about the first one. It is a challenge, and one that changes each time I do it: See I’m talking myself into doing it again, just to see the change.

A brief history on my Goatfell climbs. Despite what you may be thinking from the title, this was my fourth attempt at goatfell, my third success. The first time was a dismal failure. It was a dreich, miserable day, and about half an hour into the walk I developed cramp, any excuse not to continue in the rain. I turned back. After last weekends walk on the Luss Hills, in torrential downpour, including hail and howling winds, I look back on that initial walk and realise that it was a breeze, but hey ho. Last week I was given the title “Honorary Scot” for all the summer walks I have done in rain, hail and howling winds.

I was so disappointed not to have been succesful in reaching the summit, that I set off 2 weeks later, with a friend, and we reached the summit, where the views were not great. It started to drizzle just as we reached the top. I posted on facebook that I had done it, for a charity, and someone saw it, and challenged me to climb Kilimanjaro for another charity. Now I must tell you dear reader, that after finally reaching the summit of Goatfell, and successfully made it home to a warm bath, a hot dinner, cooked by the hubby, and a G&T, I slept like the proverbial baby……in my own bed!

Kilimanjaro is a full weeks adventure, camping on on the mountainside for 6 nights! Not my idea of fun. But after 6 months of not giving it a single thought, I thought “why not?” It was Christmas/New Year 2017/18 and everybody was setting New Years’ Resolutions, so I set myself one. To reach the summit of Kiliamanjaro in September 2019.

So my next two summits of Goatfell were training for this very feat. The weather was fair yesterday, although rain was forecast. The weather for the whole of August has been abysmal, rain, rain and more rain. August normally holds the promise of heather clad hillsides, but the weather had kept me off the hills where the heather is to be found, until yesterday.


As we approached the summit, the cloud that had been tiny wisps covering the peak, became thicker until at one point it was probably less than 20 metres visibilty.

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My companion on this ascent was Graham. Graham is 78 years old, and had a stroke 6 years ago. His doctor and family don’t like him walking on his own, and he doesn’t like to feel that he is holding people back, if he walks in a big group. So I offered to take him up some of the bigger walks and climbs that the mutual group does. That’s him in the picture, with his head down, advancing towards the bridge.

August on Goatfell

Heather clad hills of Goatfell

We made good time up, around 3 hours 15 minutes or so. I slowed us down going up, as my toe is still a nuisance. I have learnt how to manage it……I have to keep taking my boot off and doing a McTimoney wiggle on it. That seems to settle it down until the next time I lean on the outer edge of my right foot. My toes doesn’t seem to like that, and I need to reset the toe manually. Graham responded by developing a painful knee on the way down. What a pair we are. Graham hobbled back from the bottom of Goatfell, all the way back to the ferry terminal. We missed the ferry by about 30 seconds, so we retreated to the nearest cafe for a coffee and a snooze. Well we had been up since 5 am in my instance, and 4 am in Graham’s.

There are 2 weeks left! A month ago I was asking myself what I had signed up for? Was I mad? Could I really do it? Now it’s just a fortnight away, and I want it to be here. 10 days of work, a few days for the chance of getting a walk or two in. A fortnight to get the last minute bits and pieces like gloves and sunglasses, oh and a fortnight to perfect the energy bar recipe.

Come back soon for Visa’s Dollars and Packing!




Dreicher and Dreicher

Beinn Dubh 725 metres                                          7.25 miles                    4 1/2 hours

August has been a terrible month for poor weather, and I haven’t been out on the hills since my last trip to Luss 3 weekends ago. Yesterday, 4 of us headed for the hills around Luss, and I can only describe the rain as being of Biblical proportions, made all the more miserable by the howling winds that almost blew me over. I will be honest with you, if I had been on my own, I would have returned to the car by retracing my steps after half an hour, however I was with 2 guys who are part of the party who are going up Kilimanjaro, and 1 guy who has already done it.  Walking highlands website describes this walk with a delightful ascent up a grassy ridge rising from Luss with views over Loch Lomond and towards the Arrochar Alps. Photographs are few and far between on this walk.

Rising up from Luss

How Could I have Missed the Black Clouds?

Well I will be honest, for the first hundred metres or so, the views were beginning to look promising, but oh how short lived they were, because the rain started, quite heavy at first, and then it got heavier and heavier, and the wind started to blow, and then the wind picked up, and then it became so strong that I needed my walking poles to steady myself against the wind, and then it became even stronger that I had to lean into it, or else it would have blown me over. I discovered that my backpack had an incorporated whistle in the chest strap when it started to emit a high piercing call from itself.


Wind in the Jacket

As I write this I am flipping back and forth over to the Walking Highlands site, and the walk sounds delightful, with views of The Cobbler, Ben Lomond and the Arrochar Alps, as well as Doune Hill which I was up 3 weeks ago. I thought that was a miserable walk, but this one surpassed even that. At one point the wind was blowing my hood on my waterproof jacket across half of my face, obscuring the vision out of my left eye, and then my glasses got steamed up on the right. Did I say that I didn’t enjoy this walk? At one point I was thoroughly miserable and questioned myself severely as to what I thought I was doing, even starting to sob at one point. The only thing that kept me going was the thought that my step-daughter had ridden for 2 whole solid days with rain of Biblical proportions across the Mongolian steppe. My walk was going to be about 5 hours, her days were 14 hours long.


Holly, Soaked to the Skin

I wonder if her visiblity ever got as bad as 20 metres?

I think I will be safe in saying that it is highly unlikely that we will get weather conditions remotely like this up on Kilimanjaro. I truly hope not.

I hope you enjoyed reading this post more than I did researching the hills for it.

Blessings    Joy