I’m a bit late to the party with reviewing last year but December was such a busy month (and I still have not caught up with all my trip reports).
However, 2015 was an epic year for being outdoors. It was dominated by hills, hills and more hills with less running or cycling than in previous years as weekends away in the Bongo presided over any other plans.
I’ve not written for a wee whilie….last time I wrote I was driving down Loch Quoich after walking the Easians one fine September weekend. It was still daylight as I didn’t fancy driving this long remote glen in the dark in my Bongo, just on the off-chance the worst would happen and it would break down, miles from anywhere on my own, in the dark!
Ally and I had planned to walk three Fannichs this day (the day after the western Fannichs and Grey Corries) but woke up to rain hammering down on the van roof and gubbed legs. We both felt shattered after the previous few days’ efforts so then decided on an easier walk of Ben / Little Wyvis, which then turned into going to explore the Black Isle. The most I had seen of the Black Isle was probably Dingwall, which I am not sure if technically is even part of the Black Isle. But despite growing up in Forres and seeing Cromarty across the Firth, we had never been.