Alps 2018

Finally getting around to updating the blog….

Over the summer, we headed to the Alps. Dave headed up some peaks, while Jo did some lower level walking, cable car riding and intensive resting in the campsite.  It was the first time we’d taken the van to the Alps in summer since the rather soggy Saas trip of 2014, and we were relieved that this one didn’t follow suit (although our expectations have probably evolved somewhat in the intervening years).

We were based initially in Bormio, Italy, where summits reached included Monte Cevedale and Punta San Matteo.  We also drove up and down the Stelvio Pass a silly number of times, explored the WW2 front line, and can highly recommend the pizza and gelato at the campsite.

We then transferred over the border to Morteratsch near Pontresina in the Engadine, Switzerland.  The highlight from here was Piz Palu (just sub-4000m), and we also made friends with the marmots around Piz Languard, were introduced to Megacremeschnitte (Dave promised to recreate these at home, but for some reason hasn’t got round to it yet) and did some valley climbing.

Van updates

So the great thing about having self converted is that we can continually add or change things as we go – it’s never really finished.
While the main test of this will be next year’s addition, for now I’ve got a few photos of the latest updates from this year.

 

Far North

A week of fantastic weather in the far north of Scotland, tootling from Tongue to Ullapool via a few hills, a couple of cycle rides and a lot of beaches.

Proper Scottish Winter

In February, Jo took a couple of days of work and we zoomed up to the Glencoe area to see if winter was still around. It was.

Stayed in the van, but with the luxury of campsite showers and ‘shore power’ for the heater. Van living, combined with 4 consecutive quality winter mountain days out and a trip to the Clachaig made us feel a bit closer to being real Scottish mountaineers.

Swiss Christmas

Breaking with tradition, this year we took the van to the Alps over Christmas and New Year.  This was somewhat experimental and I won’t pretend it wasn’t all rather stressful leading up to the trip, but once we actually left things greatly improved.  The outcomes: 1) We didn’t freeze to death, get stuck in the snow or get fed up of each other during the long dark evenings.  2) Fairy lights might become a permanent feature in the van.  3) We did manage three days of sunny ski touring, two days of snowshoeing, one day faffing about on snow in high winds and flat light (not sure it could really be called “skiing”), a very cold morning on piste, and several days with expat friends in and around Zurich to see in 2018 – most of which was a lot of fun.  4) We did miss Scotland and might have to go there a lot this year to make up for it.  5) We might do it again sometime…

Autumn cycling

Although half term was mainly spent moving house, we managed to escape the chaos for a couple of days’ cycling in Scotland. We really like the autumn colours and empty roads up there, and a couple of 50-mile-ish loops among the woods and hills around Loch Tummel were tonic for the soul.

Merryton Low (and other adventures)

Too busy to go far afield for the late August bank holiday, we decided to do a little exploring on our (new) doorstep instead.  After dropping into Nottingham to top up Dave’s collection of “smart casual” wear (essential for evening duties and the like), we headed for the most southerly crag in Eastern Grit, Black Rocks near Wirksworth.  It sounded like a good bet: “a fine cliff” with a large number of routes in the low grades, including some stars and some long(ish) routes.  But we should have paid more attention to the warning signs (“some routes are not climbed that often”; “tends to be green after poor weather”…)

In fact it looked like no-one had climbed there for years, which was unsurprising when we discovered how much broken glass there was around the belay spots, and we quickly abandoned the idea of doing any serious climbing.  We did manage to salvage the visit by soloing two Mods, and having a nice potter around Cromford Moor.  We’d only really gone there as it was on route to the Roaches, where we’d agreed to meet David for a walk the next day, so we didn’t mind too much, and continued happily on our way.

Displaying his usual impeccable Google Earth skills, Dave had found a fantastic van spot on the high road near Merryton Low, where there somehow seemed to be extensive vistas in every direction.  We had a little wander around, spotting Parkhouse and Chrome Hills, Shutlingsloe, Shining Tor and even the Wrekin (mostly retrospectively when we asked David about them the next day).  Then we found an inviting-looking pool and couldn’t resist an evening swim.  It was relatively warm (or maybe we were just hardened by our Baltic dipping), so we enjoyed a few laps with views of the Roaches bathed in evening light.

Sunday was perfect bank holiday weather, sunny and warm.  We reminded ourselves how nice the Roaches are, explored the Dane Valley, and after emerging onto the upper slopes of Gun from a flourishing jungle of stinging nettles, brambles and thistles, Jo remembered why shorts are not usually advisable in the Peak District.  We then made our way back to van via New Zealand, Frith Bottom and Windygates, feeling rather more tired than we felt was deserved!

Aberdeen Angus (but no steak)

Over the Easter weekend we took the van to eastern Scotland, for a mixture of Munros and cycling (and quite a lot of “motor touring”, aka driving around).

We began with a coastal cycle from Arbroath (where we ended up when we discovered that our planned camping spot near Carnoustie was the wrong side of a <2m railway bridge).  Heading northwards along Route One, we enjoyed views of sandy beaches, flowering gorse and a lot of polytunnels.  So to Montrose for cake, after which we turned inland, negotiated an “interesting” farm track, struggled through the aptly named Hillside, then zoomed into Brechin for lunch at its (apparently famous?) cathedral.  The afternoon was spent battling headwinds on long, straight, undulating roads, but we were finally rewarded with an easy descent back into Arbroath.  We then drove up into Glen Clova and enjoyed an evening in the hotel bar, where the steak was more than twice the price of anything else on the menu, so we didn’t have it…

On Saturday we met David –  who happened to be in the area – for some ticking of Driesh and Mayar, ascending from Glen Doll via the Kilbo path and returning by Jock’s Road.  The weather was mostly sunny, which didn’t stop a biting wind delivering a battering of light snow for an hour or so.  After the summits, we continued to Dun Hillocks and followed a little burn through some remote-feeling moorland to the plateau edge, where there were spectacular views down the glen.  Unfortunately the burn then descended over a cliff and we couldn’t quite find a way down, so a short detour was required to return us to the path.  Having left David to bag a bonus Corbett, the evening’s drive took us out to Stonehaven, then back inland through Banchory to Alford and a lovely camping spot on top of Suie Hill in deepest Aberdeenshire.

This delightful position was less appreciated the next morning when we had to put on all our jackets and gloves to roll down the hill on a chilly and grey (but dry) Easter morning.  We soon warmed up on speedy roads through a variety of interesting villages towards Kemnay, and arrived at our intended afternoon tea stop at Castle Fraser around 11.30… Back on the road after coffee and scones, we cycled alongside the River Don back to Alford and up the biggest hill of the day to finish at the van.  Our next overnight spot was Invermark at the top of Glen Esk.  We spent most of the evening trying to work out why on earth a police car seemed interested enough in another car to wait two hours for the owner to return.  It’s still a mystery.

We were now perfectly placed for a quick ascent of Mount Keen the following day, which was duly completed, with good views of the main Cairngorms.  Heading south by around 2, concluding a successful trip exploring a new area and avoiding the worst of the weather!

Spring catch-up

A selection of goings-on from the last few months, none of which seemed deserving of its own post!  But I have photos and nowhere else to put them, so here they are.

First, our annual New Year trip to Scotland, this time to Mull.  Staying right on the shore, we enjoyed spotting otters, sea eagles and the Northern Lights, plus a Corbett, some Grahams, a cave, some pottering and a great sunny/snowy mountaineering day out on Ben More.  Unfortunately I’d forgotten to charge my camera battery and didn’t have a spare…

Next, I joined an Eagle Ski Club off-piste skiing course taught by the highly recommended Alison Culshaw, based in Chamonix.  It was the coldest week of the winter (-20), but sunny and very profitable from a learning-to-ski-properly point of view.

Dave was feeling left out, so we planned a weekend in Scotland at the end of January to try some Scottish skiing.  But we didn’t think there was enough snow, and reverted to Plan B (some efficient bagging of the Lawers Munros on foot).  However, the van had other ideas when the alternator packed up on Friday night in Glenogle between Lochearnhead and Killin.  Having spent the night there we visited the local garage, who couldn’t fix us and advised that we “enjoy our holiday” and get the AA to tow us home on Sunday.  By now having wasted half the day and being stuck in Killin in steadily falling (slightly solid) rain, Lawers was out the question.  Instead: brunch, then a walk back up Glenogle and a consolation Graham, Meall Buidhe.  We spent all of Sunday getting home…

My birthday fell on a Saturday this year, so we invited the local duffers for a walk round the Langdale Pikes (really just an excuse for a get-together).

David came to visit us for a weekend to tick off some of our local Marilyns.  We’d been up Sharp Haw on the Skipton skyline before, but our route this time (from Flasby) was much nicer, and this time we visited neighbouring Rough Haw too.  As that was a short morning’s work, we headed to Ilkley in the afternoon to explore its famous Moor (it was too cold for any baht ‘at nonsense, mind you).  On Sunday we visited Brontë country for a slightly grim circuit of Boulsworth Hill, Top Withens and the Walshaw Dean Reservoirs.  The mist didn’t lift all day, hence no pictures…

At the start of March we visited Eleri in St Andrews.  Rain and mist confined us a walk along the Fife coast path on Saturday, from which the sea was only visible when we were actually on the beach.  On Sunday, we did a pleasant loop from Auchtermuchty around Pitmedden Forest.  Highlights were the nice woodland, views of the Firth of Tay, a deer farm and the slightly incongruous hot tub business.

Back (and front) of Skiddaw

A weekend of walking in the Northern Fells of the Lake District.

On Saturday we planned a long walk, aiming to come back in the dark, but then found we walked too fast, it was too cold to hang around, and it gets dark later than anticipated. Despite started in the sunshine it soon became overcast, but with good views, especially north and west. After walking over Lowthwaite Fell, Brae Fell, Great Sca Fell, Knott, Great Calva and Meal Fell, we stopped for hot chocolate, then dropped over Great and Little Cockup back to the van. Determined to be out in the dark, we then headed up Binsey without a map. We got back to the van without using head torches, having ultimately failed to do any night navigation. Despite having dodged the main aim of the day, we retired into the van for some very welcome chilli.

Sunday had the best weather for a long time, and we headed up through the forest and up the ridge to Long Side and onto Skiddaw (where we found a cloud). The ascent of Skiddaw was steep on frozen scree and compacted snow making it a gruelling ascent, not helped by getting tangled in a group that were walking faster than us but stopping every ten paces. We avoided the crowds by taking an alternative route down, but still over Carl Side and Dodd, where we felt out of place with ice axes and no dog.

After a speedy shopping trip in Keswick we headed down the road, with a quick stop in Lancaster for some freshly baked scones.