Due to lockdowns there were no Ibex trips from April-June 2020 and January-April 2021.
An interesting experiment, this - the bunkhouse was booked for the weekend, but organisers Viv and Jim gave us the option to stay for another night. All eleven of us, without exception, went for it.
The extra night meant we had two full days walking. Saturday was the worse day weather wise, with low cloud from the outset and persistent drizzle later. Catriona led ten of us on an invigorating 15 mile walk, starting with a track that ran through limestone pavements above the beautiful Kingsdale. This is classic caving country, so we soon ran into a group kitting up to disappear into a yawning hole in the ground. Probably even damper down there, we thought, and headed for Whernside. Coming off the summit, we glimpsed a ghostly Ribblehead Viaduct in the far distance, but otherwise the only view was of the interminable wall which runs down the ridge.
Margaret meanwhile had opted for a circuit of Kingsdale, staying pretty much at the level of the low cloud. Highpoint of the northern side was the Rowten Pot, alongside the path, 107 m deep with the sound of an underground waterfall dropping 43 m.
Sunday, to our delight, was bright and sunny. Margaret set off from Clapham to explore the Norber Erratics - huge boulders, left out of area by glaciers, sitting perched on limestone plinths which are gradually weathering away.
For the rest it was the turn of Ingleborough, with Jim leading. We found ourselves ascending with a comparative crowd (or perhaps it was just that we could see them) and the panoramic views from the top made up for the lack of them on Whernside. We then dropped down to Gaping Gill, where we goggled at the entrance to the cavern and Viv's account of abseiling into it. Lunching on the grass, it suddenly dawned on us that a nearby molehill was growing larger - and out popped a mole. Difficult to say who was most surprised to see the other, us or the mole, but it beat a hasty retreat in the face of Maggie's attempts to photograph it. We were treated to sweeping views on the track down, which took us back via Ingleton and a quick stop at the pub.
Many thanks to Viv and Jim for organising, and extending, the weekend and to Catriona and Jim for varied and enjoyable walks. We feasted on the usual superb meals, so a big thank you to the army of cooks/shoppers - and to Chris for his super-efficient washing up.Author: Judith B
Pembrokeshire's a longish way to go for a weekend, so some of us stayed in Bridgend Travelodge and enjoyed a walk along the Gower coastline on Friday.
Caerhafod Lodge is spacious, nicely furnished and well-equipped with lots of rooms. The weekend wasn't fully booked so we were very comfortable. On the Friday night, we drove over to eat at the Gate Inn, where the host was a real character, the food was home-cooked and the portions were generous - a really nice local.
On Saturday, there were two different walks: David W, Karen, Judith and I took George's walk from Garn Fawr, via Harmony to Carregwasted Point (site of a failed French invasion) returning along the coast path, past the lighthouse at Strumble Head. We were very excited to discover that the rather immobile white blobs on the beaches far below were baby seals. Though we set out in drizzle, the rain had stopped by the time we reached the coast path.
Mags, Zahidah, Karen P, Sheena, Gema, Maggie and June went on Catriona's walk from St Davids to Whitesands and along the coast to St Justinians and Porth Clais (salted caramel ice cream recommended) and St Non's Bay, where they also saw seals. The weather was a little less kind so this was definitely the wetter of the two walks.
On Sunday, the weather had gone the extra mile - it was blue skies, sunny and very warm. We walked directly from the Lodge and had seals galore - much closer up views than on Saturday - both adults and pups. It was an idyllic day, and we really didn't want to have to end the walk and leave Pembrokeshire. Many thanks to June for organising and to all the cooks and walk leaders.Author: Nina C
Treks Bunkhouse has a wonderful location in a less busy part of the Snowdonia National Park and the wall-to-wall sunshine on Friday evening enhanced the extensive views of the coast and mountains. There were seventeen of us staying - Angela, Ann, Anja, Catriona, Cathy, Clive, Gema, George, Heather, Judith, Karen G, Karen W, Kylie, Margaret, Viv P, Zahidah and myself.
A short distance behind the bunkhouse there was a natural infinity pool - Heather said it wasn't in the slightest bit cold - other swimmers included Angela, Anya, Gema, and Karen G.
The bunkhouse was comfortable and clean. Oddly enough there were more showers than loos and one of the three loos was locked. There were also limitations in the kitchen equipment - one small knife, one larger blunt knife, another with a dodgy handle and a dearth of chopping boards and mixing bowls.
Saturday was warm and sunny. The majority of us opted for the walk that George was leading aiming to climb both the Rhinogs. The Rhinogs are really rather rough and rocky. We started up on a good track, diverted to see the "Roman steps" (medieval stone slabs) and after a little faffing around found the path up to Llyn Du - for a coffee stop and an optional wild swim. There were excellent all round views from the summit of Rhinog Fawr, where we had lunch.
The intention was to also climb Rhinog Fach. But our descent from Rhinog Fawr was unexpectedly difficult. The path was elusive and the terrain was steep and tricky, so it was slow going with some discussion as to the best route to take. By the time we got down to Bwlch Drws-Ardudwy, there wasn't enough time to make the second summit.
Catriona led Karen W and Clive on a walk directly from the bunkhouse with excellent views of the slate mines, the dam and ancient woodlands. Judith led the other walk on Saturday up the "Welsh Matterhorn" Cnicht and another two hills.
On Sunday Cathy led a walk up Y Castell via Llyn Arenig Fawr (not a wild swimming opportunity) and Arenig Fawr. This was a very beautiful walk, in a remote area, with grassy slopes and big airy views. On the way back the forest track passed through a woodland with amazing red fungi. We celebrated Kylie's birthday and Catriona's retirement with the best carrot cake I've ever had (cooked by Margaret) and Prosecco.
Dinner preparation took a lively turn as when the oven was turned on, the entire unit (oven and stove) stopped functioning, leaving just the small microwave working. We attacked the alcohol and snacks and rang the bunkhouse owner. Fixing the cooker was beyond his expertise, but he lived nearby and agreed that we could send a deputation to finish the cooking in his kitchen.
On Bank Holiday Monday, George led a walk from the bunkhouse to Ffestiniog and back through the wooded gorge of the river Cynfal, with an impressive waterfall and even nicer rapids.
It was a great way to spend the bank holiday. Many thanks to Heather and Viv P for organising, and to all the cooks and walk leaders.Author: Nina C
19 of us braved the wet weather forecasts and headed to Haggs Bank bunkhouse for a long weekend arriving on the Thursday, thus missing the Friday traffic. Haggs Bank is part of the North Pennines Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty.
Friday started off dry and pleasant, and two walks took place. Six off us set off from the bunkhouse with Jim leading, starting a 12 mile walk along Isaacs Tea Trail https://isaacs-tea-trail.co.uk. However, we were not on the trail for long, and had a very interesting and varied walk, comprising some clear trails, some tracks amongst industrial heritage sites of old mines, an operating quarry, farmland and finally rather boggy and overgrown paths on the moors. The weather was much better than predicted, though there were some short-lived heavy showers at times.
The other group headed to Hadrian's Wall for a very scenic route, starting at Greenhead and led by Dave Wilson. Rather than doing a there-and-back walk the group decided to carry on to Housesteads Roman Fort and get a bus back to the cars - around a 10 mile hilly walk at a fairly brisk pace. This section of Hadrian's Wall boasts the best preserved walls amid spectacular scenery. Unfortunately, the heavens opened en route as forecast - the rain being so heavy at one point that it was like hail, but the group were rewarded by a spectacular rainbow.
On Saturday, two groups walked from the bunkhouse, initially taking the same path, but diverging after about half an hour. I joined Catriona's walk. We traversed moorland where the paths were indistinct. We walked through beautiful woodlands and pastures.
Approaching one farm, a flock of sheep and goats ran in a wide semi circle around us. We stopped to look as they changed directions, when a herd of horses galloped around us in a semi circle in the opposite direction. Then as we approached the farmhouse, we saw a flock of white doves rising from the roof - magical. In the farmyard, there were hens and a turkey, then three lovely cunee pigs snuffling around, accompanied by an oyster catcher. Unbeknown to us, this was the Pennines Wildlife Rescue centre at Blackcleugh Farm and all the animals were rescues, including an Eagle Owl a friendly Boxer and a hedgehog centre. The last hour of the walk was back across the moors in pouring rain.
Phinella led an enjoyable 18 mile varied walk around similar terrain, including a stop at a tea room in Alston. The group arrived back at the bunkhouse last, very wet having been out in the afternoon rain for longer. Karen and Julie had a leisurely breakfast and drove to Garigill for a lovely 8 mile walk along the South Tyne river to Alston and back.
On the Sunday after clearing up the bunkhouse, most went for a six mile walk whilst a few of us opted to go to Barnard Castle for a look around and to have lunch before returning home. All our eyes tested perfect!Author: June T
A mixed group of climbers and walkers made it to Dewerstone Cottage bunkhouse on the southern outskirts of Dartmoor for Friday evening, it was a long drive for nearly everybody. We were a few down on as several people were pinged by the COVID app or had other difficulties.
By Saturday morning, a steady drizzle had settled in. David W led a walking party directly from the bunkhouse, past the Dewerstone Rock and up onto Wigford Down. The walk had challenges of boggy bits, very tall, wet bracken and lots of brambles to overcome.
At Ditsworthy Warren House, they bumped into the climbers hungrily eyeing up the Dartmoor ponies. The walkers saw no-one else all day apart from some soldiers who were trying very hard not to be seen. They discovered lots of used bullet casings which June is going to recycle as earrings - very enterprising. The walk returned over Ringmoor Down lubricated by a return visit to the Skylark Inn, 15 miles in total.
The climbing party headed up to Sheepstor to see just how wet the rock was. It was more than wet enough to be no fun, with the only dry bits being inside the little 'Piskies House' at the foot of the crag, a great refuge for pixies under 18" in height but sadly none of us.
We took ourselves off over Gutter Tor for a few hours to wait for the rain to stop. We stayed on best behaviour as we walked past the muzzles of army rifles where a unit seemed ready to storm the Gutter Tor refuge.
Having made our way back to Sheepstor the crag was completely dry. We got some top ropes up and everybody seemed to enjoy a climbing challenge or two, for most people the first climbing they'd done for around 18 months. A sudden downpour around 6pm sent everybody dashing to the car park and homeward to a fantastic supper of pitta bread, guacamole, beef curry, lamb tagine, pear cake and trifle.
The rain had cleared out by Sunday. A 10km walk was led by Judith, starting from Sharpitor and on to Sheepstor where a bit of unplanned scrambling on Leather Tor was enjoyed. Some say that is the best type. The walking party saw dragonflies, large and small and a mystery bird. Once again, the walk had a great variety of terrain including, in place of a pub, an ice cream stop.
The climbers made their way on foot just a few hundred yards down the path to the Dewerstone Crag where the sun was out and the woods gave light shade. Once again everybody seemed to achieve a satisfying climb.
Special thanks go to Jon S and Dave B for helping us all with our rope work and getting us climbing again. Thanks also to Dave for organising such a memorable and rewarding weekend and thanks to David W and Judith for devising and leading such interesting walks.Author: Ben N, Peter R
We camped at the Lorna Doone Valley camp site at Malmsmead which was nice and secluded and we had our own field. It had been recently mowed resulting in a nice flat surface for the tents. The drive to the Lorna Doone Hotel in Porlock for an evening meal took in magnificent views, and the view of the coastline was stunning.
Most of us had managed to pitch our tents before it rained or during a respite. It rained all night but stopped on Saturday morning to give excellent walking weather with all 11 members walking a circular route across Exmoor, led by David, starting and finishing at the campsite. The 20km route took us through Cloud Hill, Great Black Hill, the site of Stone Medieval Village, Lancombe Ford, Dry Bridge (759454), Barley Water Farm (where we had lunch), Watersmeet House and then through the woods to Rockford where we stopped at the pub for a drink. From there, Viv and Karen followed the planned route back to the campsite and the rest went via a viewpoint (793486) at a car park with wonderful views of Wales across the Bristol Channel northwards and Exmoor southwards. Then we walked downhill back to the campsite.
On Saturday evening, we drove to the Nartnapa Thai Kitchen Restaurant in Lynton where the cooking was excellent. Some of the group went home on Sunday morning (football or tennis beckoned?). Viv, Stephen, Tor, Judith, Gemma, Karen, Sue & Chris did an 8km coastal walk around Foreland Point led by Judith starting and finishing at Barna Barrow Car Park (753496). After we had decided not to extend the walk and just as we finished lunch, it poured with rain again. Time to go home. Many thanks to Viv P for organising such a wonderful weekend and to David and Judith for leading the walks.Author: Tor A
What a glorious weekend we were lucky enough to have for the first Ibex camping of 2021. It was a fair sized group: David and Susan (organisers), Judith, Catriona, Chris P (stayed at Premier Inn next door), Gema, Stephen J, Nina, Viv P, Jim and Viv (stayed at nearby Travel Lodge) and myself [Karen W].
Some of the party had to squaff Prosecco whilst trying to put their tents up at breakneck speed having arrived at the campsite with very little time to spare before the first nights' restaurant booking. Luckily the restaurant was the Brewers Fayre just next door to the campsite.
The silence of a warm balmy night was somewhat interrupted by roaring engines intermittently from the nearby A38 but most of the group managed a fair night's sleep.
Saturday's walk was a 19km circular walking from the campsite. It was a joy of verdant woods, fields and grassy hills with lovely bluebells still out in wooded areas and other wildflowers. We got great views from a variety of high spots including Beacon Batch at 325m.
We undulated most of the day and ran out of superlatives. But we were further impressed with Cheddar Gorge itself which, surprisingly very few of us had been to before. It really was impressive and unlike the rest of our walk, was a magnet for other people too but everyone was out for a great day in the countryside and picnics abounded.
The descent was long and unrelenting (if you happen to have a dodgy knee!) but the views kept giving with superb aspects over the perfectly round reservoir sitting just outside of Cheddar.
Hot and sweaty, we schlepped into Cheddar with half the group repairing to the nearest hostelry and the other half taking up residence outside a riverside cafe with THE best ice-cream - like EVER!
When we finally mobilised again, we skirted around the outside perimeter of town, slid between fields accommodating a lovely friendly shire horse and we were back up and climbing towards the ridge again for more spectacular views over the reservoir and Cheddar with gentle hills going into the distance. The Mendips really is a very pretty area.
After more woods and fields (trying not to separate mummy cows from calves) we finally made it back to camp for a well earned lie down and clean up before wandering down into Winscombe for supper at The Woodborough Inn.
Sunday's walk was 10.6km and we managed to leave at 9.30am having broken camp after breakfast and packed up all the cars before departure. Another sunny one. The group started out distinctly slower than the previous morning, but we were in for another treat of a day.
From the campsite we walked along a delightful and pleasantly mottled disused railway. Soon enough we were into superlative country again at Wavering Down and Compton Hill. Incidentally Catriona recognised the terrain when we were walking up Wavering Down as her old running training route a "few" years previously. We took a wide circuit thereafter traversing pretty Somerset countryside and eventually back onto the disused railway but using it on the return to travel to the heart of the old, and very pretty, part of Winscombe popping out again at the very handsome church. After a pleasant village amble, we holed up at The Woodborough Inn again for refreshments.
A very good weekend was had by all. With especial thanks from all to David for his trusty navigation and timekeeping and Susan for the social organising (reception drinks, restaurant bookings, spare camping furniture!)Author: Karen W
David W, Susan, Viv and Jim, Jan and Max the dog, Peter, David W2 and I [Phinella] were based in historic and spacious Fassfern House (with a bedroom where Bonnie Prince Charlie spent the night in 1745 at the start of the ill-fated Jacobite rebellion). Judith, Nina, Patrick and Matt were renting a cottage in Glenfinnan itself.
Most of the combined group plumped for nearby Sgurr an Utha as a warm-up Corbett on Sunday and met up with Jane A who had driven up from Kingussie. This rather lumpy bumpy hill was successfully summitted although Patrick took a tumble and broke a walking pole (not another ankle, thankfully). This was Max's first Corbett! I chose Braigh nan Uamhachan which involved a walk-in up a good track past a locked bothy and followed by a shortish but steep climb onto a long ridge with good views of the jagged outline of Streap to the west and the glowering bulk of Gulvain across the glen to the east.
Monday was forecast to be the worst weather day of the week so the Corbett of choice was Meall a' Phubuill, easily reached on foot from Fassfern House. The weather turned out to be not bad apart from some early mist and drizzle; the main challenge was toiling up a steep grassy slope to the summit plateau of the hill.
On Tuesday Jim, Viv, Jan and Max opted for a coastal walk round Arisaig. Everyone else chose two Corbetts just south of Glenfinnan, Sgorr Craobh a'Chaorainn and Sgurr Ghiubhsachain. After striking out from an initial path, we went into standard Corbetteering mode of finding the best line up the hill past rocky outcrops. David, Susan, Patrick and Peter deciding to retrace their steps from the summit of Sgurr Ghiubhsachain while the rest of us plunged down steep grassy slopes to a track along Loch Shiel.
On Wednesday David W, Susan, David W2, Judith, Phinella, Patrick and Peter climbed Streap (Corbett). This was quite a full day including a long steep walk onto the adjacent top, descending to a bealach before climbing steeply onto the main ridge of Streap, an excellent hill to climb with a stunning ridge walk to the Streap summit. Jan, Matt, Viv, Jim, and Max made the 5 km walk in to the foot of Sgurr Thuilm (963m), initially passing under the Glenfinnan/Harry Potter railway viaduct. There was a fair path up the long slope to the summit and we returned the same way. Max, coped splendidly with his first ever Munro!
On Thursday, Matt, Judith, Viv and I [Jim] went for Guilvain (987m) which required an even longer walk in and an even longer ascent. The long-anticipated point 855m finally arrived and things levelled out a bit. We passed over the first 'decoy' top - at 961m - and took a fine ridge to the proper summit. The sun began to appear as we returned, which eased the long, slow descent and walk out. David, Susan, Phinella, Nina and Patrick climbed Beinn Odhar Bheag and Beinn Mhic Cedidh (both Corbetts) first climbing Beinn Mhor (not a Corbett) with an impressive summit cairn and broken trig point.
On Friday Viv, Jim, Jan and Max went up Glenn Dubh Lighe. Judith, Phinella, Nina and Peter. took a lower-level coastal walk from Polnish to the deserted settlement of Peanmeanach.
It was an excellent week, with the weather generally being very good. Many thanks particularly to David and Susan for all the organisation; to all the cooks; and to Max for adopting us into his pack!Author: Jim, Phinella, Peter
The first weekend away after the latest lockdown had been (slightly) lifted just enough to allow some of us to escape from home for a few nights. Such joy to once again be in what some would call "proper" ie northern countryside and experience the wildness of the Yorkshire Moors - and the wildness of the weather too.
David W led the walks with Saturday being about 13 miles heading east towards Rosedale Abbey (which is actually a village). The weather was dry but good old northern "fresh".
And on our return, we enjoyed Prosecco (supplied by Susan) on the terrace in a socially distanced manner, of course, which means sitting outside. Thankfully, it was lovely and sunny by this point.
On Sunday, David led us on another walk, this time an 18 miler - depending on which steps app you have on your smartphone, although we all agreed it was a very, very, very, very, very long walk and some of us are a bit out of practice!
However, at the end of the day, after a short and rather sharp shower, we were rewarded with this little beauty. And we all agreed that this was the best ever rainbow anyone had ever seen. But we didn't find the pot of gold at the end of it.....
Damaris and Margaret chose shorter scenic walks incorporating beautiful river valleys and less of the bleak moors.
Thanks to Susan for organising and coming up with the idea - and generally continuing to come up with great ideas during this unusual time!Author: Cathy C, Damaris S
This was my first experience of a socially distanced budget hotel Ibex weekend. We were staying at the Premier Inn in Little Witcombe.
The weather on Saturday was glorious and we divided up into three groups for the walk leaving at 10-minute intervals. The steep climb up to Crickley Hill at the beginning reminded me that this is the land of cheese rolling. The landscape is clearly designed for chasing cheeses down steep hills. The conditions underfoot were remarkably muddy and slippery. We walked on along the Cotswold Way enjoying spectacular views of Cheltenham and the surrounding hills. As we came down off the ridge we crossed the A436 and spotted one of the sources of the Thames just off the road in a depression. From Coberley, we walked through beautiful Coldwell Bottom (despite its name) and then back up to the ridge to make our way back to Little Witcombe. We arrived back at the Premier Inn just as the light was beginning to fade. Perfect timing - time for a hot bath - ah what luxury! - and dinner at the Beefeater.
Sunday promised heavy rain and indeed it delivered. David, Judith, Zahidah, Jim and Viv ventured forth for a walk in the drizzle and cold breeze to discover that the conditions underfoot were worse that what they were experiencing from above. It was exceedingly muddy and, apart from slithering around, they encountered route finding difficulties due to fallen trees across their path. Despite the convivial company, a decision was made to shorten the walk with an added bonus of finding a church lych gate in which to have a coffee.
Janette and I decided to explore the cultural delights of Gloucester. The Cathedral is indeed spectacular and the Welsh cakes for sale on the docks are delicious.
Despite the restrictions the weekend was, as ever, thoroughly enjoyable and I am looking forward to more.Author: Heather M
Ben, Judith and I [Tor] met up with the Crianlarich group (David & Susan, Nina, Patrick, and Matt) on Sunday evening at Ben More Lodge ready to start waking the next day.
From Monday to Wednesday the visibility was mainly good with some rain and mist. The wind was strong at the start but moderating and becoming colder. Snow on tops from Tuesday. The Corbetts demanded a long slog up often through boggy ground. However, the views from the tops were magnificent.
On Monday, the whole group went up Ben Nan Imirean (419310 on OS Landranger 51) after driving a short distance and parking the cars at 425268 - then about 1.5 km along road to start of track - northwards about 2.5 km - from 441298, 3000 to summit - down same way ~ 7.5 km & 600m ascent took about 4h.
On Tuesday, most of the group went up Meall Nan Subh (461398 on OS Landranger 51) after a drive to a car park 476368 - then about 1 km to track 466364 - 3 km along track then 0700 for 1.5 km to summit - down same way ~ 11 km & 600m took about 5 and a half hours.
On Wednesday, most of the group did Sron a' Choire Chnapanaich 456454 and Meall Buidhe 428451 (OS Landranger 51) after driving to parking spot at 463420 - track to hairpin - northwards to summit 1 - down to col 434442 - northwards up ridge - contoured round to summit 2 - down southwards to meeting of streams 425429 - west side of stream to Loch Lyon - along path by Loch to cars ~ 15 km & 800m took about 6h.
Thursday saw most of the group driving along Loch Tay, up the road beside Ben Lawers. and stopping in a layby a couple of miles short of Glen Lyon. We arrived just in time as a landranger subsequently came up the road and we were questioned by a head game-stalker on where we were going; he said our route up Beinn nan Oighreag wasn't the normal route (he obviously hadn't read the Cicerone Corbett guidebook) but was happy to take his clients further up the valley.
Unlike the preceding days, we had a well-defined track all the way up to the summit. There were excellent views all day, especially of the Ben Lawers range. After returning the same way there was time for tea and scones at the Killin Hotel.
The weather was improving through the week and Friday and Saturday were no exceptions. Blue skies were appearing and the mornings were blessed with cloud inversions. And a bonus on Thursday, on the lower slopes of Beinn a' Bhuiridh beside Loch Awe, I [David] spotted a brocken spectre (a circular rainbow with your shadow in the middle). Beinn a' Bhuiridh turned out to be a long pathless slog up a broad ridge, but the great views across Loch Awe and towards Ben Cruachan made it worthwhile.
By Sunday morning the weather had turned, but it didn't matter as we were all heading home. Although the week had started wet and windy, it turned out to be a very productive Corbett-bagging week!Author: Tor A, David W
On Thursday 30th Oct, after an interesting journey including high winds standing water and a near miss with a deer in the Pass of Glencoe, I [Matt] was the first to arrive at the Clachaig Inn, while the others were travelling by plane & car to Glasgow then onward.
The weather forecast for Friday was OK, to be followed by a series of Atlantic storms, so I decided to tackle Stob Dubh with Stob Coire Raineach if time permitted.
A straightforward hike up the hill with sunshine & cloud bringing the hills into relief with a slight worry that the other walkers were all heading downhill, despite the sunshine. By the time I got to the col on the main ridge at 1200, broken cloud base was down to less than 1000m, with some heavy looking showers in view, although Rannoch Moor was still in sun. Up onto the ridge for an exhilarating mile in a strong breeze & some stinging sleet. The rewards were spectacular, with dramatic cloud and sun lighting the view down Glen Etive from the end of the ridge. Back along the ridge and had to decide to leave Stob Coire Raineach for another day.
The first batch of us [Susan, David, Nina & myself (Patrick)] congregated at the Holiday Inn at GLA for a quiet alcohol-free dinner before setting off towards Glencoe and our first Corbett target after breakfast on Friday morning. Sadly, a stream was in in spate and it wasn't practical to wade across; instead we made do with a decent forest walk in the pleasant late autumnal weather.
Off then to the Clachaig - not the usual fun filled and buzzy Clachaig we are used to but the food was good and the welcome friendly, we enjoyed a permitted drink outdoors followed by a very socially distanced dinner washed down with the finest Highland Spring water.
On Saturday, as the weather was best described as challenging, we decided to forego what would have been a futile attempt at a Corbett and settled for a leg stretching local walk and coffee shop stop in the village. Glencoe revealed a few hidden gems that I'd not seen before and we even encountered a hardy newly-wed couple in full wedding gear having their photos taken in the gale by the loch.
Sunday was more promising weather wise though just about, we decided to approach the same Corbett attempted on Friday but from an approach that avoided the stream, we made progress but as we became more exposed to the elements it was decided that it was one for another day given the gale force winds. We settled then for a short coffee stop at the seaside town of Oban where I had my first sighting of the imposing late 19th century McCaigh's Tower whose architecture is influenced by the Colosseum in Rome.
Off then to the welcoming Ben More Lodge hotel in Crianlarich where we met the final joiners [Ben W, Judith, Tor] for the week ahead.Author: Matt M, Patrick T
Catriona and I arrived early and, finding the hostel owner still in the throes of Covid-deep cleaning, spent a couple of hours walking to and back from Abney, a picturesque hamlet we could see on the other side of the valley from the hostel. A lovely walk, though it involved blundering around in the deep and thickly wooded Bretton Clough, before we found the path out.
Dinner that night was at the old oak-beamed Barrel Inn, just five minutes walk away. That was probably the closest we got to each other as, with only five of us in a hostel that sleeps 18, we were well and truly socially distanced in our eating and sleeping arrangements. The hostel is one of the best: perched 1200ft up on a ridge with great views, comfortable accommodation, nice decor and a roaring log fire in the main room.The next day Heather led us on a beautifully varied 14-mile walk, starting from Ashford. We threaded through steep-sided wooded dales glowing with autumnal colours, climbed up onto the open pastures, made our way through a tunnel on the dismantled Monsal Dale railway line, braved a rather exposed clifftop path (which was probably 'closed' though that wasn't made clear) and took in a swimming spot (strictly Heather and Karen only) at the foot of the magnificent Monsal Head viaduct, before heading back over the tops via Bakewell. We rounded off the day with a delicious meal including, of course, Bakewell Tart.
Catriona's walk on Sunday, equally varied, started with a descent into Bretton Clough, quickly dubbed the Bretton Triangle as we found the same trouble finding a way out as on Friday. We finally hit the right path up onto Eyam moor, where we stopped to enjoy the great all-round views. From there we dropped into Eyam and fought our way out through a thicket of Coronavirus warning notices - but it's perhaps not surprising Eyam is a bit touchy about plagues!
A path across the fields took us to Foolow and then, finding the right of way up to Bretton blocked, we climbed over the locked gate, only to find when we got to the top that it was officially closed due to 'ground' problems, a hangover from the local lead mining perhaps.
The walking, the food and the company were all excellent, and even the weather was kind, holding off any real rain except for the last twenty minutes of Saturday's walk.Author: Judith B
On the Friday evening, Sue, David, June, Viv, George and myself convened at Brimble Cottage, an attractively converted spacious granite stone barn near Widecombe-in-the-Moor for what was to be a very enjoyable weekend "Touring the Tors" of Dartmoor.
On Saturday, our hike first followed the Two Moors way to Hameldown Tor via some bronze age barrows. Other than one or two other groups of six and a few dog walkers there were few people out on this part of the moor. Mid-morning, the sun came up and there were fantastic undisturbed views for miles over the tors. There are 160 tors on Dartmoor and it was exceptionally rare that we were not in sight of at least one during the two days hiking.
Turning eastwards, we had lunch at the Jay's Grave, supposedly the last resting place of a suicide victim who is thought to have died in the late 18th century and has become a well-known landmark where flowers are often left.
After lunch,we turned southwards to Hound Tor, which inspired the Hound of the Baskerville's writer Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. The bleak volcanic rock-strewn landscape reminded me of Iceland. We opted for the abridged version of the route at this point and headed towards the Old Inn in Widecombe. After refreshing beverages, we made our way back to Brimble cottage up a rather steep and memorable hill.
Our next day's planned route started crossing stepping stones at Dartmeet but due to recent rainfall, these were slippery and wet so we decided instead to circle from Dartmeet to South of Laughter Tor and then onto Laughter Hole Farm. Onto Bellever Forest, we skirted and then crossed the East Dart River. One of Dartmoor's features are clapper bridges, which is an ancient form of stone bridge and we saw a fine example of one at these at this river crossing.
Crossing Cator Common by road we came onto some thatched buildings at Sherwell. As we rounded the hill, we then had a fantastic autumnal view of the Dart valley before we descended through wreaths of golden bracken and green gorse to the car park at Badger's Holt. After coffee and ice cream we sped home after what had been an eight-mile hike.Author: Stephen J
The 'rule of six' had forced our numbers down from eight, but it felt like a minor miracle for the six of us (David & Susan, Nigel & Susan and Phinella and Nina) to be able to spend a week in Assynt. Reiff seems about as far from the troubles of the world as it is possible to go currently. To get there you drive for about 45 minutes down single-track roads, where the sheep only move out your way slowly and reluctantly. We were staying at the house at the very end of the road with sea on one side and loch on the other. Nigel and Susan saw seals (or maybe otters) playing in the loch the first morning - it was that kind of a place.
On Sunday the weather was fine, though not especially warm. We met up with Saaj and Tom (his lodger) in the Stac Pollaich car park to climb Cul Beag. Apart from a traverse along a steepish slope, it was very straightforward with fantastic views of Stac Pollaich and Suilven and lochs and islands galore.
On Monday, Nigel & Susan walked from the cottage and the rest of us went up Cul Mor, following a clear path which became rather unclear once we entered a boulderfield. It was windier and wetter so we didn't stop as much and were down in time for cake in the cafe in Elphin, followed by a drink in the pub at Achiltibuie.
Tuesday the weather was absolutely gorgeous - a perfect day for the magnificent Quinag. Quinag unusually has three Corbetts. We all went up the first Corbett (Spidean Coinich) and David & Susan, Phinella and Nina did the three. There were some lovely ridges and huge views with mountains, lochs and sea (shades of blue and silver).
As forecast, Wednesday dawned blustery and rainy and was by agreement a rest day. It began with a leisurely cooked breakfast courtesy of David and Susan and was followed by walks along the sea-shore near the cottage. Sandstone cliffs were interspersed with small sandy bays which would have been very inviting on a sunny day. In the afternoon Susan drove Nina and me to Achiltibuie where nothing much was happening and then to Lochinver by a scenic single- track road through woods. Lochinver is in a majestic bay and has a renowned pie shop but most shops were shut and the rain was falling steadily.
On Thursday we all set off to climb another Corbett, Canisp. The weather was much better although still overcast and chilly. The hill proved to be a straightforward ascent up stony slopes at an easy gradient. The murky conditions prevented us getting the views of Suilven which are a feature of the route.
Friday proved to be the best weather day of the week with wall to wall sunshine and little wind. David and Susan went to climb two nearby Grahams, Ben Mor Coigach and Sgurr an Fhidhleir, with a narrow ridge, tor-like rock formations and magnificent views of Stac Pollaidh. Nigel and Susan went for a 10-kilometre coastal walk and Nina and I decided to climb another Assynt Corbett, Glas Bheinn. This proved to be quite a short but challenging ascent up steep grass to a col and then up a precipitous boulder-strewn slope onto a ridge. From there it was an easy stroll to the summit plateau and cairn. We had stunning views of the massive bulk of Quinag, our destination on Tuesday, and out to sea beyond. We found an easier though still steep descent route from the ridge and had to abandon the plan for a second Corbett due to lack of time.
That evening we all celebrated a successful week with a meal at the Am Fuaran Bar in Altandhu near our cottage. The dark brown decor was straight out of the Seventies but the food was good with excellent seafood in particular. As we left a Friday night party was getting under way with a very urban sound system blasting out. Back at the cottage we toasted a very successful and enjoyable week with Prosecco.Author: Nina C. Phinella H
And so began our first socially-distanced bunkhouse weekend. Nine of us convened at Anglesey Outdoors on Holy Island - an island off an island (the isle of Anglesey).
Saturday morning Judith led the group on a circuit north of the bunkhouse circling the Holyhead Mountain (all of 220m) over to Holyhead and back. We had a mixture of sunshine and cloud but it was very windy keeping temperatures down to an unseasonal 14C. On the way, we met Hebridean Black Sheep, tourists come to look at the South Stack lighthouse and climbers abseiling down the North Stack. Visibility was clear and we reckoned we could see the Isle of Man to the North, the Lleyn Peninsular to the South and just about make out the coast of Ireland to the West. We reached Holyhead mid-afternoon - a town full of decay and bored teenagers. Although we did decamp to a cafe for cupcakes and scones when rain threatened.
Sunday morning Cathy led us on a circuit south of the bunkhouse through the little seaside town of Trearddur where we just missed the local lifeboat being launched on a callout. We then hacked inland south-west across the island getting lost through caravan parks and bog. Catriona had bought along her little book of wildflowers and we spotted vetch, yarrow, red campion, broom, sloes, honeysuckle berries, the inevitable blackberries and sea tomatoes.
Once we reached the coast again we were rewarded with the most magnificent views of Snowdonia. We then followed the coast path back to Trearddur and our bunkhouse. We passed beaches with paddle boarders and kayakers with Mags and Kylie disappearing for a paddle (although only up to their knees). Susan was on a mission to have ice-cream which we eventually found in Trearddur.
Judith, Catriona and Cathy were staying on for another night and Nina joined them for a walk before her train back to London. We headed north to the main island of Anglesey starting at Church Bay and following a stretch of coastal path owned by the National Trust north to Carmel Head. The day was shimmering and glorious, full of snorting ravens, basking seals, little fluffy clouds and lapping waves.
I think I speak for us all when I say how happy we were to be back in a bunkhouse again and out in the wilds!Author: Cathy C
Catriona and Judith arrived a day early and Storm Ellen lived up to its billing with spectacular thunderstorms and violent winds.
On Friday evening, we all enjoyed excellent food, drink and conversation at the Royal Oak at Winsford.
On Saturday, we did a circular walk from Halse Farm Campsite, up Winsford Hill, to Tarr Steps and then up the river to WIthypool for an excellent cream tea at around 3pm. We walked up to a high point for a beautiful view and then split into two groups. The early group had a lovely walk over the moors and then up to some higher ground with lovely views and then down to the campsite. The other group finished with a steep climb round the dramatic Punch Bowl onto Winsford Hill. We had another excellent evening at the Royal Oak and then returned to the campsite for a night of rain. At least it did stop when we were packing up.
On Sunday, we started at Luxborough Kingsbridge. We walked up to Withycombe Common, through woods and back to the car with beautiful views of the coast at the Minehead and Watchet area and further towards Weston Super Mare. It was a perfect way to end a wonderful weekend.Author: Viv P
At last we were heading for the hills! Proper, Northern, hills with heather-clad slopes, stone barns and rivers with rocks in them. What better reintroduction than the Yorkshire Dales.
Staying at the Premier Inn gave unaccustomed luxury, with real beds and a bath, and an adjoining restaurant only a step away for breakfast and dinner. Nice cool weather to boot (don't often say that!) and the rain held off - just - for the whole weekend.
On Saturday Damaris and Margaret had a relaxing mid-morning start for a walk from Appletreewick, but the rest of us were out bright and early, striking north up the Pennine Way, which took us over airy upland with superb views of the distant fells around Malham. We then branched off to loop back to Gargrave over rolling green hills and along river banks, where we had the company of a heron for a while. There was a pub on the agenda - a pub with a difference, as it had been transformed into a Michelin restaurant. Despite our rugged appearance, they couldn't have been more welcoming.
Next day, Damaris and Margaret walked above Kilnsey, hoping for a view of the famous crag. Lured by the previous day's view of the Malham fells, Judith headed further that way and, after lunch at lonely Malham tarn, set off to return via Gordale Scar only to be forced back by the amount of water on the scramble down, with the result she ended up doing 20 miles.
Julie and Karen set off along the canal path to Skipton and enjoyed a lovely walk, with friendly people on bikes and families on boats, operating locks and bridges, to entertain them on the way.
David W led the remaining six south along the Pennine way and the Leeds and Liverpool canal, over an ancient Roman road and slightly newer disused railway to a cosy pub in Carleton in Craven, before a path over rarely trodden fields took them back to Gargrave.
On Monday morning, Cathy and Judith walked more of the same area, while some started early for the long journey home (Jim, Viv and June via Derbyshire) and others sampled the fleshpots of Skipton first.Author: Judith B
Seven Ibexers assembled at the Newbury Tot Travelodge for the first weekend event to be held since lockdown. This was the first time that a Travelodge had been a weekend base.
On Saturday morning we set out on a 16 mile invigorating anticlockwise circular route of the North Wessex Downs AONB, which had been carefully crafted by David W. The route skirted Old Burghclere, Watership Down, Kingsclere and Echinswell. It took us along disused railway lines, downs, and training gallops and included ascending to a trig high point of some 230 metres before a judiciously timed lunch-stop on the descent. There had been the occasional shower in the morning and it became progressively wetter throughout the course of the afternoon. At that point, it was decided to support local business by taking shelter in the Star Inn in Kingsclere.
The next day dawned brighter; there were sunny intervals with only the occasional drizzle. Those familiar with the TV serial Downton Abbey would have recognised Highclere Castle which was included in the bracing eight mile Sunday walk. There were some fantastic views of the castle and the parkland offered some great vistas with an in-flight hawk being observed. After exiting the park, the Group struck out into the North Wessex Downs once again, reaching Old Burghclere. The trail took us through green, rain-freshened valleys, woods and fields.
It had been great to be out walking in the verdant countryside once again after lockdown.Author: Stephen J
Over a glorious Friday afternoon we made our way West to Glan Dena, the wonderfully equipped MAM bunkhouse in the Ogwen valley. It was still sunny when I arrived in the late afternoon although a stiffening wind blew cats paws along Llyn Ogwen and promised worse to come; the forecast for the weekend was wild.
Two walks were planned for Saturday: John J-M to lead a party up Cwm Tryfan to take in Gylder Fach and then retreat to Capel Curig along the ridge and return home at low level along a the Nany Y Benglog track; David W set his route up Pen Y Ole Wen and on to Carnedd Dafydd before dropping down to a Bethesda pub and then back to base.
n the Glyderau party we made quick progress up a reasonably sheltered Cwm Tryfan but needed to kick steps to climb out of the cwm, after which we experienced the full might of the gale. I was very glad we decided to save Glyder Fach for another day as it was tough enough tackling the broad ridge down with the wind and rain at our backs. In challenging conditions for navigation, John steered us round and our mood lifted as we dropped out of the cloud with a view over Capel Curig as we ate lunch.
The Carnedd Daffydd walk was up onto Pen Yr Ole Wen, with a short easy scramble en route, then in mist and strong, gusty winds on to Carnedd Daffydd, where we sheltered for a brief snack, then down in mist, wind and rain towards Bethesda via the Mynydd Du ridge. Fine navigation work by David W got us to Bethesda where we split, one party going to a pub, whilst four of us battled strong winds along Nant Francon to Ogwen Cottage then back to Glan Dena. The others followed a little after, but were caught by late rain.
A much depleted group made it out for a walk on the Sunday up our second Foel Goch of the weekend (this one in The Arenigs), it was good to stretch out the legs after the previous day's activity prior to the long journey home.Author: Ben N