all of life on blaven

Fri, 30 Aug 2013 00:00:00 +0000

At the start of last week, the forecast for the weekend was awful. Torrential rain and gale force winds. As usual these days it was wrong and by Friday it was up to 80% chance of cloud free summits, light winds and sunshine! So Saturday around 10:30am I left the car park and bimbled up the path towards my most favourite of hills, Blà Bheinn. What's that? Gaelic? I normally call it Blaven but a most redoutable lady reminded me of its proper name. More of which anon.

It was a bit too humid for my liking as I stopped for a chat with Annie, whom I met at the burn crossing, before I sprayed like a garden sprinkler up into the corrie, past the big stone and up the scree on the coire headwall, where recent winds had taken their toll on the foxgloves clinging to the steep choss. Pink bells lay strewn across the slope with surprised looking stalks wondering what had happened. Life up here can be harsh at times. Most of the time in fact.

snow and brocken on blaven

Sun, 29 Nov 2009 00:00:00 +0000

North East winds in late November, freezing level around 650m. That could only mean one thing on the west coast. Clear air and snow! So I dragged my stuff together late on Friday night ready for the off early Saturday to catch the morning light on the path up to what’s probably my most favourite mountain, Blaven. I wasn’t disappointed by the soft light and the muted colours on the way up the path but I couldn’t see any sign of snow lurking in the mists shrouding the summit but I had my fingers crossed for some of the white waiting to be discovered.

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all of life on blaven

snow and brocken on blaven