Wednesday, 16 May 2012


I'm thinking that we really need to try and break this habit we've recently acquired of driving for twice as long as the walk itself takes. Or more than twice as long, in the case of this particular jaunt. We're now getting fairly familiar with the miles to Inverness and then the onwards route to Achnasheen...which is fine, but approaching the longest day of the year we should be managing to clock up more than one Munro in a day.

Whingeing self pity aside, I rather enjoyed Moruisg. The rationale, in part, was to avoid overly snowbound hills, and the far north west still seemed to offer the best chances of that.

When the weather's clear, the main navigational problem with this hill is finding the right layby to park the car. The route description we had said it was the one "on the south side of the A890 a kilometre west of the bridge over the Allt Coire Crubaidh". If you're as observant as me, you too will discover that there's plenty of turning spaces a couple of miles further west. If you're planning a trip in the next couple of weeks though, it's the layby with the caravan in the field next to it, and the friendly border collie.

The caravan inhabitant, I suspect, is the main workforce engaged in the building of a rather extensive deer fence which starts just beyond the railway underpass, a couple of hundred yards from the layby. If there was an actual path towards the hill, it's disappeared now, although there are some pretty temporary-looking "bamboo stick & red tape" markers, and a sign - already so faded as to be almost illegible - inviting walkers to follow those to the gate. The gate wasn't actually built when we were there, but the markers took us to the gate-shaped hole in the upper fence, so we were able to improvise.

Looking north eastish from the forestry works inside the new deerfence
The way ahead. Aim for the narrowest "between gully" section.
Not a gate
A path of sorts, further on

 From there, things get steeper and boggier, then steeper and slower.

 There were, however, views.

The layby was clear enough from this angle

A gully, recently
Starting the last pull to the ridge...
...and just about finishing it.

Certainly, the bulk of the work is done once you're over the gully-riven section and the summit ridge - or whatever a ridge/plateau combo is known as - was gratifyingly flat:

The traditional race to the cairn to check for abandoned sandwiches

Oh, and pleasingly positioned to let you see a large swathe of Scotland that's hidden from the A890.

There's a cairn at each end of the ridge - visit them both to make sure!

Committed mountain men that we are, we resisted the temptation to continue onwards to the now non-Munro of Sgurr nan Ceannaichean, and accordingly hastened carwards, then southwards, then beerwards.

As you may have gathered, I'm saving up the purple prose trip reports until such time as we do one that'll sound a bit more like a Big Day Out.



  1. Had to look this one up because I wasn't sure where it was. It looks like a hell of a slog on the Ordnance Survey map. Still, some great pictures, Scott.
    Cheers, Alen McF

    1. I can still sort of cope with short steep slogs. (Don't try saying that out loud, btw.) The older I get though, the more I like a half decently long walk-in before the ascent starts, and Moruisg certainly doesn't give you that!

  2. My cabin in the woods (Missouri Ozarks region) is a two-hour drive from my home. Thus four hours round trip. I therefore declared that my visits there must last longer than the time it takes to get there and back. This is rarely a problem (except when the horseflies are bad in August), and overnight trips make the math work out easily.

    Still, even a few moments of, as you call it, splendid isolation, is worth the trouble of the trek.

    1. I have to be honest Paul - I'd give just about anything to be able to use the phrase "My cabin in the Ozarks". Excellent!