After the Wedding of the Year, a trip to the Isle of Rum.

A strange but beguiling place, despite the weather.

Before we hit Rum we had a night in Mallaig, and time for a fun cycle up Loch Morar (a bit past the end of the road at Bracorina).  This is Britain's deepest loch at more than 1,000ft.
It apparently harbours a monster named Morag, but she is rather more discreet than her cousin in Loch Ness.

Eventually we left the bikes to get up to this highpoint, before we headed back.

An old church on the loch shore.

And heading back.  Nasty hill behind us now.

Classic boat pic of the approach to Rum

Arriving in Kinloch, hills under the clouds

I liked the campsite washing facility in the foreground.

This heron appeared everyday.

So first evening in Rum very nice.

Saturday - forecast suggested this was to be the best day for my Rum Cuillin walk!

Loving it.

At this point, after a couple of miles and 1250 feet of ascent Sharon decided to sensibly head back, though she still had the swollen river to cross alone!

Happy to be heading home.

Meanwhile I continued, awaiting the much promised improving weather.  About a mile further I got to the top of Hallival.
Some 20 minutes later, enjoying the splendid views.
About this point my camera started playing up, so had to switch to the phone camera

What I should have been seeing.  Askival, and the ridge to Trollval, with Ainshval behind.  If only!

When I came across this on the ridge I was all for turning back, and giving up on these stupid corbetts for ever.
Of course I didn't.  Went left and managed to circumnavigate the Askival pinnacle

Oh, another rocky steep bit.  Glad I couldn't see more.

Approaching the top of Askival  

First corbett of the day done.  Only 4 miles, but four hours down.

More spectacular scenery.

At last, a bit of a view, after quite a hairy descent.  Just above the Bealach an Oir, looking to hill three - Trollaval, with Ainshval in the cloud to the left of the Beallach an Fhuarain .

And looking down Glen Dibidil.  Bothy down there by the sea.

Still a good bit to go.  Up Trollaval then left to Ainshval.

And where I have been - just done all that

Cloud finely clears from Ainshval and Sgurr nan Gillean.

From the top of Trollaval looking to Ainshval and Eigg.

Hallival and Askival tops now cloud free.

Got a bit of a view north too, over the western top of Trollaval.  There was some exposed scrambling to get these, so I didn't.  Harris Bay on the left (see later cycle trip), and Barkeval on the right (I think)

And finally, the top of Ainshval, as the cloud closed in again, and my phone battery started to die.  Oh dear, back to map reading, just when it got tricky!

And so off into the mist, no camera, no phone, no view.  Six miles done, nearly seven hours gone, only another two and a half miles to the bothy over two
 more hills, then six miles back up the Dibidil track to home, with a further 1000 feet of ascent.  Going to be late for dinner.  But what a lovely walk.  Let's do it again.

Sharon came out looking for me and got this nice snap of Loch Scresort.

Home safe, time for gin and relaxation.
DAY TWO - How about a bike ride out to Kilmory, where the big house laundry used to get done.

And it's not raining.

Loch Scresort

Kilmory Glen

Great outdoors

Plenty of these guys around.

Didn't exactly stay dry all the way.

Selfie 1

Selfie 2
Dear and deer on the beach

Kilmory burial ground.  The main settlement was here before the clearances of 1826-8.  There is also apparently a 7th/8th century sandstone shaft with a plain cross incised on one side,
a 'marigold' cross on the other here, but we missed it.  However don't worry, we saw one later on.

Looking up Kilmory Glen


Rum ponies.

Impressive action picture from Sharon.

And two for the price of one - isn't technology wonderful?  Nearly home.
Day  Three - How about a cycle to Harris bay?

We walked down from that point, to save the grueling cycle back up.

Possibly Barkeval.

Salisbury's dam - apparently it lasted a day!

At the top of the climb at last.

Rum Cuillin remain shy.

Harris bay

Indigenous population.

The Bullough mausoleum at Harris.  Nice spot to be laid to rest.

Nice spot for a picnic lunch.  Give this was in the middle of the 2018 heatwave we were a little disappointed with the weather!

This is not the summer holiday I signed up for?


Farewell Harris Bay

Living the dream.  Yes it was a little wet.

Back to the bikes.

Almost a view of the hills I did on Saturday.

Still a bit of uphill on the way home.

Back at Kinloch, nearly done.

And home.
DAY FOUR - no more cycling, just a traipse over the Mullach Ard to find the inscribed pillar near Bagh na h-Uamha.  A simple stone pillar dating back to the seventh century, which no-one else seemed too excited about!

Rather awful bog walk.

Finally a view of Askival and Hallival almost cloud free.

Found it.  Impressed?

In case you missed it.

Bagh na h-Uamha (Bay of the Cave) was very nice though.  But we didn't get to the cave.

Another lunch out.

Found a better route back to the track, avoiding most of the bog etc.

Cloud free hills.

Back to Kinloch.  A better day.

Final Day - Time to visit the castle

 George (later Sir George) Bullough built Kinloch Castle in 1900 using sandstone quarried at Arran. The interior boasted an orchestrion that could simulate the sounds of brass, drum and
woodwind, an air-conditioned billiards room, and a jacuzzi. The house was the first private home in Scotland, outside of Glasgow, to have an electricity supply.  It is now falling to bits!

Had a walk along the front first..

Yes, it was very exciting.

Our gaff.

Finally some decent weather

Loch Scresort

Went for a bit of a walk along the old road.  Hallival cloud free today!

Time for a cuppa a the shop/hall.  Pretty

The the tour of the castle - well worth it.

The orchestrion referred to above.  This instrument was originally ordered by Queen Victoria but she died before it could be delivered, so Ge. 

Monica Charrington, George's wife. It has been said that George received his knighthood in recompense for allowing his name to be used in Monica’s divorce instead that of the Prince of Wales.

Awaiting the ferry home.  Farewell Rum.

Last look at Rum, under cloud again!

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