Sunday, 14 February 2016

A valentine's wander on Muckle Roe


Clare's birthday is the day before Valentine's Day which is always a bit tricky for organising things, but this year I managed to organise a sleep over for Beren at his friend's and a splash out night at Busta House Hotel for us. After a lovely meal and relaxing evening we were off for a walk around the coast of a very icy Muckle Roe on Valentine's Day morning.

Clare relaxing in The Longroom...



The air temperature was at freezing and no gritters had been out, so we left the car before the end of the Muckle Roe road to ensure we didn't get stuck getting up the last hill if there was no thaw before we got back to the car. Of course just as we set off walking the gritter passed us spraying us with salt and grit, and just to be sure it got us again coming back out the road! Thoroughly de-iced we set off for the hills!


Muckle Ayre...


Looking back from Burki Hill...


Heading out along the wonderful west coast...


The guns on Vementry were clear in the distance with a snowy Hill of Sandness in the far distance...


Clare's never been out here so it was a nice day for a first visit.


Lighthouse ahoy!


 We had a little look around and into The Hole of Hellier. Took a photo through the window of an old shelter and then carried on our way. It was far too cold to hang around with a strong icy northerly wind.


After leaving the lighthouse we were heading inland via the Hill of Tongues and Muckla Water to join the main track across Muckle Roe. It was only a short walk as we had Beren to collect later.


Looking back across Gilsa Water...


And back along Muckla Water...


As we approached Lefle Scord where we'd turn east to rejoin the main track we could see the Drongs off Hillswick in the distance...


A gorgeous cold day and the place to ourselves, as usual...



Not far to the main track and fairly easy walking with the frozen ground. Any other time it would be a welly sucker of a walk across here!


The track back to the car was solid ice.


And the lochs were pretty solid too. Not that I was about to test them, they weren't that solid!


Once back to the car we noticed that there was a convenient Sunday Tea on at the hall. Despite our earlier breakfast at Busta House all that fresh air had built up an appetite so in the interests of supporting the hall we filled our bellies with tea and cake before heading home to pick Beren up.

A cracking weekend!

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