![]() Philip
Goddard in his
element on Dartmoor. Note the single walking stick. See here for some
notes on the
advantages of this over a pair of trekking poles.
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![]() Grey
Mountain Carpet
moth (Entephria caesiata)
among heather near Fort William, Scottish Highlands
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I present here a simple, no-frills listing for enthusiasts. These are big, hard walks, in many cases much harder than their length on the map might suggest. So it would be wise not to commit yourself to any of these without proper research and preparation. The weather conditions on a few of my Dartmoor and Scottish mountain walks have made them potentially life-threatening and required a steady nerve and clear thinking for me get out without becoming an accident or even fatality statistic. You have been warned! ...But the rewards that you can reap from going ahead are - shall we say? - out of this world...
The majority of these routes are notionally linear walks, which are much more satisfying than the circular walks which most people feel tied to in order to return to their cars. For the most part I get round the latter constraint by hitch-hiking out to the walk start and hitch-hiking back to base afterwards - often a very long and demanding day. This is relatively easy for me because I almost always go solo for my major walks, and I have no partner or family at home to go worrying about me if I have a lengthy delay for the return hitch-hike. One constraint that the hitch-hiking does place upon my routes is the choice of starting and finishing points, for only certain places are really workable for hitch-hiking.
For my South-West England hikes I typically set out at about 6.40 to 7.0 in the morning after a filling breakfast, and can return home anything from 6.30 to 10.30 p.m. and just occasionally later. My record epic return was from Tintagel in 2007, when I didn't get back to my Exeter flat till 6.58 a.m. - something I'd be very happy never to have happen again!
Since I became a healer in late 1998 I have found that as many as half of all the people who pick me up during the hitch-hikes have some (often initially unaware) requirement for some sort of input from me as a healer, or are that way inclined themselves. Occasionally I give a brief hands-on healing session before we part. Very often it's people who are healers themselves and don't know it* - in which case it's usually my task to tell them and give a little basic guidance as to how they might follow that up if they wish to. Quite often there are clear signs of a driver having had very strong guidance from their higher consciousness (or a spirit guide) to stop for me. Virtually always, when a motorist tells me that (s)he rarely or never has picked up a hitch-hiker before, there turns out to have been a quite pressing appropriateness of the encounter, and some sort of higher guidance is strongly implicated.
* For more information please see "Am I a Healer?"
So you see, my outings keep me open to all sorts of wonderful and inspiring encounters that involve positive change in people's lives, including my own.
Read my
challenging
poem-story Three
Denials, which
draws upon certain encounters I've had on my hiking outings - if you
dare! ![]()
Nothing is permanent. Having upped the length of my hikes in August and September 2006 to my maximum again after a lessening in 2004, on a 19-mile hike from Mousehole to Cape Cornwall on 23rd September I got hit by an arthritic development in my right knee. It had been nagging a little at times during the previous several hikes, and might well have been the true cause of twingeing pains that developed in either knee on various walks over the decades - particularly before I took up the Alexander Technique and was putting more stress on the knees. Such pains I'd always taken to be caused by strained ligaments, until a doctor's diagnosis of osteo-arthritis in November 2006.
I assumed throughout the winter of 2006/7 that I'd not be doing long hikes again. I consoled myself by reminding myself that I'd had a good 'run for my money' considering the weakness I knew I'd always got in my knees and ankles, and undoubtedly without the Alexander Technique I'd have finished my hiking nearly 14 years sooner.
However, all was not lost. During the winter of 2006/7 I was restricted initially to weekly 4-mile strolls on level ground from central Exeter down the river and canal to Double Locks and retrace, but then started extending to the Swing Bridge and retrace (making it a total of 5 miles). Then in early March 2007 I 'broke through' and walked the 8 miles down to Starcross without too serious objections from the gammy knee.
Since then my manageable mileage very slowly increased - this improvement accelerating after I took on a set of very powerful daily practices and measures for self healing and rejuvenation which I took home from an Energy Awareness Training workshop in mid-May 2007, and has since been greatly reinforced by my use of the Clarity-Sphere from the beginning of 2008. The positive effect of these on my life has been dramatic. On 24th July 2007 I walked the hard-going 14 miles on the Cornish coast path from St Keverne to Lizard Point. Then on 30th July I walked the very strenuous 17 miles on Cornish coast path from Polzeath to Tintagel, and on 4th August the also very strenuous 16 miles from Sidmouth to Lyme Regis. On 11th August - just two days before I officially became a pensioner (i.e. age 65) - I broke the 20-mile threshold in style, walking the 21 miles and over 1100 metres of ascent from Exmouth to Beer. In fact on that occasion there were about two miles of extra road walking in the outward hitch-hike, so my total for the day was about 23 miles.
Although it may look very impressive, that I'd effectively cured a major attack of what was diagnosed as osteoarthritis, there was actually a lot more to the situation, for that particular arthritis attack was actually little or nothing to do with normal 'wear and tear' osteoarthritis that you could blame on my age - even though my doctor believed that it was just that, because neither he nor I at the time knew its true origin. I did, however, suspect that it was either caused or at least aggravated by weakening of my non-physical aspects by severe attacks with trauma energies from the dark force that I experienced especially in early September 2006, and that was sort of correct, but through a bit of detective work in late 2008 I found that there was a bit more to it than just that.
It turns out that on a really weird hike on Dartmoor on 9th September 2006 I had been set up by the dark force to be subjected to a massive psychic attack of a particularly lethal kind, but, for a very specific reason, I was almost completely immune to that attack, but it did weaken my non-physical aspects slightly, and was responsible for that subsequent arthritic attack.
So, my healing of that arthritis was not so much a matter of reversal of normal 'ageing' - though that would have been a factor - but more the healing of damage done to me in that psychic attack.
I have actually been using a combination of methods, certain very powerful yogic practices (not 'ordinary' Yoga), appropriate diet supplements (including glucosamine, chondroitin and MSM), and aware choice of foods.
As from February 2008 a further major augmentation in the healing and strengthening process has been brought about by my use of the Clarity-Sphere™, a powerful healing and self realization aid which I myself have developed.
So, clearly I'm well back in business with the hiking outings. The tendency for slight nagging pains in that knee very gradually decreased (with little ups and downs) till it was hardly noticed at all, at least by 2008, and in any case my 'reading' since later in 2007 has been that what pains I did still get were not arthritis at all but caused by another, much less serious weakness of that knee, which itself was very gradually improving.
So, I might yet encounter you on, say, Cornish or possibly Devon coast path or on a hitch-hike (especially in Cornwall). Or indeed, you might like to join me on one of my walks (if so, just get in touch)...
| Daunted
by the
thought of doing any of these walks? Take heart! -- Many of them can be adapted, and in particular split into two or more shorter ones. |
| North
section
From Fordsland Ledge
on the
flank of
High
Willhays: overlooking the West Okement valley, with Amicombe Hill and
Great Links Tor showing beyond |
Tongue End (services)
exit from the A30,
near Okehampton -- Belstone -- Watchet Hill -- Cullever Steps -- Row
Tor -- (picking a line up the boulder field) --
West
Mill Tor -- (direct approach via unofficial track) --
Yes Tor -- High Willhays (Southern England's
highest
point at 621 metres) -- Fordsland Ledge --
Kitty Tor --
Green Tor -- Bleak House -- Chat Tor -- Hare Tor (lunch
stop) -- (crossing Tavy
Cleave
at its steepest if conditions dry enough for stream crossing there -
slippery rock to beware of) -- Fur Tor -- Cut Hill --
Winney's
Down (Statt's House) -- Sittaford Tor -- Fernworthy Forest
(entering near Teignhead Farm -- following the motor road near
Fernworthy Reservoir and then a sharp right turn-off on a motor track,
eventually to come out on the flank of White Ridge --
top of
White Ridge -- Hartland Tor -- Postbridge. >>>
c. 21 miles, with much
very fatiguing and often boggy terrain. Please note that the very steep descent route I've been using into Tavy Cleave is now getting overgrown by bracken and so is becoming rather impractical. Not only does the bracken make it difficult to see where to put your feet on terrain that's tricky enough anyway, but the ticks on the bracken (with the risk of catching Lyme disease) make it really a no-go for bare-legged monkeys like myself. |
| North
section
From Fur Tor to Great Links
Tor and
Amicombe Hill. Fur Tor has a fantastic assemblage of granite tors and
crags |
Tongue End (services)
exit from the A30
--
Belstone -- Cosdon Hill -- Hangingstone Hill -- Taw Head -- Black Hill
-- Cut Hill -- Fur Tor (lunch stop)
--
Lynch Tor -- Lich Way (followed not too slavishly in an
easterly direction) -- Lydford Tor --
nearest of the Beardown
Tors -- Devonport Leat (follow this) --
Beardown
plantation -- Beardown Farm -- Two Bridges. >>> c. 17 miles; similar terrain. |
| South
section
The
long-disused Redlake
china clay
workings.
The abruptly shaped spoil tip is a landmark from many parts of the
rather featureless south section of Dartmoor. The three small lakes
here are an abundant breeding place for many species of dragonfly. |
Princetown -- South
Hessary Tor -- Nun's
Cross Farm (ruin) --
upper Plym valley, traversing along the SE side -- Hen Tor -- trig
point on highest part of the unnamed hill there -- Shell Top
(lunch
stop) --
Stinger's Hill -- Redlake spoil tip -- Huntingdon Warren -- Ryder's
Hill -- Combestone Tor -- Dartmeet -- Laughter Tor -- Bellever Tor --
Postbridge. >>> c. 21 miles; similar terrain, though with mostly gentler gradients and less peat hags. Does that make it easier than the previous two routes? Well, actually for me it is even more fatiguing, because of the very tussocky nature of much of the terrain. |
| South
Devon coast: North-East from Exmouth Permian red sandstone stacks near Ladram Bay, with High Peak and Sidmouth beyond |
Exmouth -- Budleigh
Salterton --
Sidmouth -- Beer, diverting in three main places to
enhance
the walk: (a) including the top of High Peak, which makes a marvellous early lunch stop, where I am usually sheltered when just sitting on the very top, even if a gale is blowing straight in off the sea. (b) including the ancient hill fort earthworks above Branscombe village, known as the Branscombe Humps; this part is becoming decreasingly negotiable as parts of the minor tracks there get overgrown with brambles. (c) from Branscombe Mouth, going straight up and following the top of Hooken Cliff and following the cliff edge closely for the views rather than following the track across the middle of a field. >>> c. 21 miles and very roughly 1,140 metres of ascent, but quite a lot of easy and fairly level walking between the steepish valley crossings, and the walk can be divided naturally into two or three shorter ones. |
| South
Devon coast: South-West from Dawlish Warren (no picture yet...) |
Dawlish Warren --
Dawlish -- Teignmouth
-- Shaldon -- Torquay (following the coast path right
round
the limestone peninsula there) >>> A major and hard walk, though a bit less so than the above route. Not such a regular for me because it doesn't take me so much away from civilization. |
| North
Cornwall coast: From Bude: going South >> South-West Dramatic cliff formations near Crackington Haven - a rugged headland called Cambeak |
Bude -- Boscastle
(extending to Tintagel if I get an
unusually early start and
my feet / ankles aren't complaining too much) >>> c. 16 miles to Boscastle or close to 21 miles to Tintagel, with ascent totalling c. 1,500 metres for the latter option. Wild and rugged coastline with many quite spectacular stretches. A notoriously arduous walk, even the shorter option being distinctly harder than the 21-mile Exmouth to Beer route listed above. |
| North
Cornwall >> Devon coast: From Bude: going North Higher Sharpnose: one of various dramatic cliff formations near Morwenstow |
Bude -- Hartland
Quay, extending to
Hartland Point lookout if time allows. >>> c. 14 miles to Hartland Quay and another 3 miles to Hartland Point, by which time I've accumulated some 1,400 metres of ascent. Another similarly notoriously arduous walk, but again the spectacular cliff scenery makes it all tremendously worthwhile. |
| North
Cornwall coast: To Tintagel from the South-West The crazily wild and dramatic cliff formation connecting Tintagel Island (bearing the famous castle remnants) to the mainland. |
Polzeath
-- Tintagel >>> A very strenuous 17 miles with a similar amount of ascent to that of the previous two routes. The route can be divided into shorter sections, Port Isaac being the most obvious break point, but Port Quin and Trebarwith Strand also add to the options. The cliff scenery is consistently rugged and dramatic, and a particular feature of this stretch is the many, many abrupt small, narrow sea inlets bounded by sheer cliffs, often undercut into caves. Indeed, the coast path often passes over such undercut places, so in time in such places it will collapse into the sea. To avoid disappointment, please be aware that Tintagel Island and the so-called King Arthur's Castle ruins are privately owned, and a significant charge is made for entry there - though this doesn't affect the coast path, which passes the island by. But in any case - sour grapes aside - the 'castle' there never saw King Arthur, as it dates from later, and I understand that although he did have a castle at Tintagel it was in fact just a little way inland. |
| Other
wonderful
options -- |
North
Cornwall coast:
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Join
me on the Land's End peninsula...
![]() That's me, not quite falling off the complex granite crag known as Logan Rock, near Porthcurno -- photo by David Cheepen |
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| Land's
End peninsula, Cornwall: South >> West coast At Gwennap Head: granite buttresses, and in the foreground a booby trap for blind walkers - a great hole in the hillside - possibly an old mine shaft - into which you can fall down onto the rocky beach below... |
(Penzance --) Mousehole
-- Land's End
-- Sennen Cove (-- Cape Cornwall) >>> c. 14 miles from Mousehole to Sennen Cove, which may feel more like 20 because of the exceptionally hard-going nature of the track; this does ease, though, progressively after St Loy's cove, so that by the time you are at Gwennap Head you have mostly easy walking the rest of the way. Spectacular rugged granite cliff scenery which I now keep revisiting. There are many opportunities for exhilarating and secure scrambling and indeed full blown rock climbing on the various granite crags, tors and buttresses. The most wonderful option is to continue the walk to Cape Cornwall, making it 19 miles on the map from Mousehole (21.1 miles and 1396m of ascent according to the South-West Coast Path Association). But be warned, that even most strong walkers would feel they had had enough for one day by the time they reached Sennen Cove. Take up the Alexander Technique to make your walking easier if you want to attempt such very hard options. With the help of that I've still been doing these crazy things in my 60s. |
![]() Me during my 19-mile walk from Mousehole to Cape Cornwall on 23rd September 2006, with Logan Rock in the background. Little did I know that that was to be my last really long hike for the best part of a year because of an arthritic development in my right knee. |
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| Land's
End peninsula, Cornwall: North >> West coast Here I look back to Botallack Head, having just had a very exciting passage across very rugged cliff formations the other side of the headland. The old tin mine ruins add a whole new dimension to the strange and powerful atmosphere and personality of this area, which in the first place is created by the granite. For the adventurous with a good head for heights there is an exciting little circuit that can be made beside the Botallack Head engine house ruins seen distantly in this view. From the upper ruin follow an exposed narrow track that contours beyond them, and that leads you quickly to a quite exposed and very steep scramble up to the clifftop, from where you can descend very steeply on grass back to the engine house ruins. NOT recommended in gales or if drunk or wearing high heels!! Also not passable for elephants. |
St Ives -- Pendeen
Watch -- Cape Cornwall >>> c. 16 miles, which again may feel more like 20 for the same reason as for the above walk. Spectacular rugged granite cliff scenery that I nowadays keep revisiting. Many secure adventurous options for deviating slightly from the official coast path to scramble on some of the rock formations and get real gasp views. From by the Levant mine ruins round to Botallack Head the official coast path is relatively uninteresting apart from old tin mine ruins, and is worth deviating from to take a more adventurous route along the extremely rugged clifftop, with quite some feel of exposure and the odd small scramble. You can find out more about the multitude of mine ruins here. |
-- Single days out from my one-time regular base at Fort William
| Related music works of mine: | Symphony
4 (Highland Wilderness) Fantasy Variations - From the Scottish Mountains Music From the Mountain Waters Also The Great Wilderness - though this doesn't relate to the particular areas covered below |
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'Monument
and Reflections' - now
hear the
music...
The
famous and much photographed Glenfinnan
monument is
just behind me in this view across the top of Loch Shiel to the
snow-topped Beinn Odhar Mhor and Beinn Odhar Bheag (on the left). It
was on a walk coming over the latter two tops in April 1980 that I
began my one experience of mild snow blindness - something I shall be
glad never to repeat. The lesson: even
in Scotland early in the season, always wear good sunglasses when
walking over a snow cover for more than a few minutes.
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| Ben Nevis (the UK's highest mountain at 1,344 metres) On the extensive summit plateau of Ben Nevis, overlooking the Mamores -- April 1979 | Glen
Nevis
(end-of-road car
park) -- Steall -- Coire Giubhsachain -- the col between
Carn
Mor Dearg and Aonach Mor -- Carn Mor Dearg (lunch
stop) -- the celebrated Arete -- Ben Nevis
summit (usually
meeting the hordes there!) -- descent on the
so-called
tourist track to Glen Nevis (near the Youth Hostel). >>>
Small distance on the
map, but
a major and quite serious walk with some of the views taking on what
you could call a Wagnerian scale. This is THE finest ascent route of
the Ben for walkers, but is not for attempting if there is likely to
be black ice on the arete or the general wind is blowing a gale (it is
usually much stronger on the arete) - unless of course you're a bird
lover and wish to become carrion to feed the ravens. For a poem-story of mine that in fact describes this route, see The Man With Knobbly Knees. |
| Mamores: the 'Ring of Steall' The Mamores, from the east ridge of Stob Ban. The route comes off the Devil's Ridge (left), onto Sgor an Iubhair (just left of centre), then going to Am Bodach, the summit beyond, virtually at centre. The snowy summit on the skyline beyond to the left is Binnein Mor. April 1980 |
Glen Nevis
(end-of-road car
park) --
Steall -- (across cable bridge) -- (some ascent, then rounding the
north-east spur of Sgurr a' Mhaim) -- Sgurr a' Mhaim's east ridge
(looks formidable but is easy if taken gently)
--
Sgurr a' Mhaim summit -- Devil's Ridge -- Sgor an Iubhair -- Am Bodach
-- Stob Coire a' Chairn -- An Garbhanach -- An Gearanach -- Steall --
Glen Nevis car park >>> Again a small distance on the map, but a demanding walk with a lot of ascent, and the odd little bits of scrambling and exposure. The Mamores ridges are mostly more or less narrow, giving many dramatic profiles. The main scramble and indeed exposure comes on the brief but spectacular traverse of the top of An Garbhanach. The ascent route onto Sgurr a' Mhaim that I give is my favourite for that mountain, and is far superior to the more direct and popular north-west ridge. |
| Mamores: Binnein Mor, plus, plus! Coire an Lochain in the Mamores, with a snowy Binnein Mor looming beyond -- April 1980 |
Kinlochleven
(Kinlochmore) --
(using stalkers' tracks) -- Coire an Lochain
(can
be omitted) -- Sgurr Eilde Beag -- Binnein
Mor (south
top) -- Binnein Mor, main summit (lunch stop)
--
(return to south top) --
Na Gruagaichean -- Stob Coire a' Chairn -- Am Bodach -- Sgor an Iubhair
-- Devil's Ridge -- Sgurr a' Mhaim (descending on north-west spur) --
Glen Nevis (by Lower Falls) >>> A monster walk full of wonderful things. Binnein Mor, at 1,128 metres, is the highest of the Mamores summits. The total amount of ascent on this route approaches 2,000 metres, though if snow isn't an obstacle, a small track enables you to bypass Am Bodach on your right (the north side). A shorter alternative is, at Stob Coire a' Chairn to follow the course of the previous route. Very strong winds, generally a safety problem on the high cols, can force one to miss out Binnein Mor's main summit. |
| Glencoe
mountains: Bidean nam Bian The confusion of precipitous buttresses and narrow ridges of the Bidean nam Bian summit area, as seen from Stob Coire nan Lochan See also my article Fear versus Reality - An Experience Of Mine, which describes an experience on this mountain, with some more photos. |
Glen Coe (A82 near
Allt-na-Reigh) --
Lost
Valley -- turning left up the steep slope on the left just
past
the landslip, carefully picking a way up to a minor col on Beinn Fhada
-- Stob Coire Sgreamhach (lunch stop)
--
Bidean nam Bian summit -- Stob Coire nan Lochan -- Bidean nam Bian
summit -- Stob Coire nam Beith -- An t-Sron --
(descending on
spur to your right of the Chasm) -- Coire nam Beith
track --
A82 near Loch Achtriochtan >>> Watch out - a serious warning for novices! This is an immensely spectacular but much more serious and potentially dangerous walk than most other mountain walks I've done. Bidean nam Bian is complex and craggy with various convex slopes and a plethora of precipitous buttresses, gullies and minor chasms, with many apparent descent routes that can get you into trouble. It is important to research routes on this mountain well, and, because you could be in the cloud at high levels, you need to be very sure of your descent route. A good head for heights is essential. Unless you already know the descent route suggested above, it is best not to attempt that in the cloud, but to retrace from (or not go as far as) An t-Sron and descend instead very carefully into the very steep top of Coire nam Beith (the gradient soon eases and becomes more manageable), and the lie of the land there would guide you relatively safely down. Also be aware that in snowy conditions this mountain is prone to avalanches. ![]() Bidean
nam Bian, seen
across
the deep trough of Glen Coe, from Sron Gharbh, near the E. end of the
Aonach Eagach. The yellow line approximates to the ascent route into
the Lost Valley and then up onto Beinn Fhada, the colour changing there
simply for visibility. An t-Sron is just off to the right and in any
case hidden by the nearer spur from Am Bodach. The undulations of the
route are much more than can be shown here.
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| Western
Highlands: North Morar |
Mallaig --
Glasnacardoch (track starting
by hotel) -- Sgurr Eireagoraidh* (a
marvellous lunch-stop
spot, incorrectly marked as Carn a' Ghobhair on some maps) --
Sgurr an Eilean Ghiubhais -- Cruach Stole -- Bealach nan Sac --
stepping stones across Lochan Stole -- Bracorina -- main road near
Morar. >>> The walk looks short on the map but the rough and rugged terrain makes it seem much more. Sgurr Eireagoraidh* may be only some 548 metres in altitude (and thus getting few visitors), but it is craggy with a wonderful atmosphere, 'personality' and out-of-this-world summit panorama. The islands, and in particular, Skye, Rhum and Eigg, are prominent in the seaward view - the stuff of haunting memories! I rarely managed to get an early hitch-hike out in this direction, so usually had to take the train for the outward journey, though would hitch-hike for the return. WARNING: On one May evening when I was with a friend, a return hitch-hike from Glenfinnan on the Mallaig road (A830) actually failed, with the through traffic seemingly having dried up altogether, and we eventually had to call for a taxi to come from Fort William. Therefore, when I do the return hitch-hike on this road I make a point of being near a railway station and knowing the time of the last train to Fort William, just in case... I would always choose a day with blue sky for this walk, for the fairyland that it explores presents water as sea, large lochs and nearer-at-hand lochans and pools appearing round almost every turning, every knoll, and, more than on any of my other walks, I would always come away from this one in a state of heavenly bliss - as though I had become the blue of sky / sea / lochs, and indeed the warm and glowing Sun. * A pronunciation point. Eireagoraidh is pronounced approximately Erégoré, where the é is pronounced as in French and the most stressed syllable is the second and the most unstressed the third - the latter having the typical 'non-specific' vowel sound that characterizes unstressed syllables in English. |
| Western
Highlands: South Morar (no picture yet...) |
Beasdale (station) --
Sidhean Mor
(ascended by its south-west ridge) --
Druim Comhnard -- Carn a' Mhadaidh Ruadh -- Bruach Bhuidhe -- Sgurr an
Albannaich -- Sgurr an t-Sasunnaich -- Arisaig (station)
>>> An absolute fairyland of remote, rough, craggy terrain made complex by all manner of little knolls and boggy patches. Although it starts and finishes at railway stations, this route is even more off the beaten track than the previous one, and its views almost as fine. The summit of the long scarp of Sgurr an t-Sasunnaich makes a wonderful place to have a mid-afternoon eating stop, looking out over some low ground and then the sea to the islands and especially Skye. I have a particularly beautiful memory of sitting on that spot on one cool but sparkling May afternoon in 1995, watching long, gracefully curved pale streamers of hail falling from a shower cloud slowly moving away to Skye, with eventually a solitary lazy rumble of thunder rolling and booming around seemingly endlessly, as though taking all the time in the world to explore every nook and cranny of this paradise come true. Please note the observation made about hitch-hiking for the Sgurr Eireagoraidh walk. |
| Western
Highlands: Moidart - Rois-bheinn group (no picture yet...) |
Lochailort -- track
skirting Tom Odhair
-- Druim Fiaclach (lunch stop),
ascended via its north
spur -- Rois-bheinn (both tops) --
descending (winding about) on the craggy north
spur
of the west top -- Alisary Burn -- Alisary -- road walk
or
hitch-hike back to Lochailort.
>>> Another route whose main mountain doesn't reach the 3,000-feet altitude that would attract the hordes. Blissful solitude and tremendous views out to the islands, with mostly quite easy high-level walking as far as wild mountains go, apart from the rather soggy and soft lower part of the initial ascent. Please note the observation made about hitch-hiking for the Sgurr Eireagoraidh walk. Hearing voices on Rois-bheinnHave you heard seemingly inexplicable distant voices while ascending from the Bealach an Fhiona (after Sgurr na Ba Glaise) onto Rois-bheinn's east summit? I have heard them each time I've been there, and somebody else has reported to me the same phenomenon there. The voices seemed to be back in the col, and would stop every time I stopped and turned round to look for the source of the voices. Because other people have heard these voices there, it isn't likely to be just me being 'peculiar'! My current 'reading' about this in retrospect (supported by my use of energy testing) is that almost certainly it was an actual ghost (note that I put this in the singular here), but ghosts are not what many people believe, for they are NOT discarnate human consciousnesses but elementals (a kind of geographically located thought form complex). As I understand it, the particular 'voices' manifestation here was really caused by a ghost, i.e. an elemental, which had unwittingly been created by one person who died probably sometime in the 1900s, before the 1980s (when I started visiting Rois-bheinn). That person had become so emotionally attached to that particular spot that when (s)he died this elemental was left there, containing a memory of that person with partner somewhere in that col., talking together as they were having a lunch stop. Although there must me masses of such 'ghost' elementals out there on those mountains in the Highlands, what is odd about Bealach an Fhiona is that there is some peculiarity about the subtle energy configuration of Rois-bheinn's slope up from that col, which causes people ascending it to have a slight but distinct ungrounding of their awareness, which causes many of them who are generally grounded enough to not normally perceive ghosts to be able to 'hear' the voices of that couple in their memory embedded in that elemental. Some people may well at that point also receive other faint memory impressions that the particular 'ghost' elemental is carrying. The voices generally would stop when you look back down into the col, because your doing so would have an immediate grounding effect on your awareness - which is annulled as soon as you resume your ascent - and so, subjectively, the 'voices' resume. If you did the ascent 'walking' backwards (a feat that I have no intention of attempting on such steep and uneven ground!), so that you could be looking down into the col the whole time, almost certainly your awareness would remain sufficiently grounded for you not to hear those voices at all. |
A
Rannoch Moor gem
![]() The
wild and boggy
expanse
of Rannoch Moor, seen from the West Highland Way as it rounds a spur of
the A' Chailleach ridge between Glen Coe and Kinlochleven. The Beinn
Pharlagan ridge is visible in the distance beyond Blackwater Reservoir;
the nearer broad snowy hill beside the reservoir is Leum Uilleim;
Corrour is hidden beyond.
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Corrour station
(early
train from Fort William) -- Carn Dearg --
Sgor Ghaibhre (lunch stop) --
Beinn Pharlagan -- Rannoch
station (for evening train return) >>> Although remote, this route gives exceptionally easy high level walking and is not all that long, so that with the very early and late trains involved I could really savour the unique and magical atmosphere and personality of this special place without worrying that I might miss the evening train. Probably the walk could be done as a route-march to catch an earlier return train - a great idea if you like route marches. |
| Alone across Rannoch Moor to Ben Alder: Backdrop of the final movement of my Highland Wilderness (4th) Symphony | Corrour
station (early
train from Fort William) -- by Loch Ossian
(walking
like a bat out of hell!) -- Corrour Shooting
Lodge --
Uisge Labhair (cross it close to Bealach
Cumhann) --
Ben Alder summit (lunch stop) --
Bealach
Breabag -- Sron Coire na h-Iolaire (for the
views!) --
Bealach Breabag -- Benalder Cottage -- by (a
little back
from) Loch Ericht -- bridge over Cam
Chriochan --
flank of Beinn Pharlagan -- Lochan Sron Smeur -- Rannoch
station (for evening train return) >>> Warning! This is a very remote 25-mile walk, covering a lot of fatiguing rough peaty terrain a bit like Dartmoor, with little in the way of escape route. Unlike me, most people are 'sensible' and do this as a two-day, more leisurely walk, camping overnight. The high level part of the walk is actually easy in good conditions, apart from a little care required for the steep descent to Bealach Breabag, but conditions can be ruthlessly windy and cold on the extensive Ben Alder plateau, and it's very easy to get disoriented there in cloud. |
| The mountains north-west of Ben Alder The Beinn Eibhinn - Geal Charn group is the snowy hulk to the left of the prominent pass on the skyline. | Corrour
station (early
train from Fort William) -- by Loch Ossian
(walking
like a bat out of hell!) -- Corrour Shooting
Lodge --
Uisge Labhair -- Creagan an Amair -- Mullach Coire nan Nead
(unnamed
921m top on OS 1:50,000 map) -- Beinn Eibhinn
-- Aonach
Beag -- Geal Charn (unnamed 1,132m top on OS
1:50,000 map) -- (descent
on north or north-east ridge)--
Beinn a' Clachair - (descent on spur to pick
up the track
towards Lochan na h-Earba) -- Lochan na
h-Earba -- (motor
track) -- A86 by Luiblea
>>> 20 miles and some 1,570 metres of ascent, in very remote terrain. Once you've come out at the main road at the end, it's a further 6 miles along that road to Tulloch station if you want to catch a train then. This road normally has light traffic and can be difficult for hitch-hiking, but since the road improvement some years ago the traffic seems to have picked up a little, and I've always managed to hitch-hike back to Fort William in reasonable (sometimes very good) time after this walk. For safety, though, I start walking along the road towards Tulloch, signalling as I go, just in case... For descent from Geal Charn I especially recommend the very steep and rather craggy north-east spur if conditions are good, for it commands a particularly wonderful view, with steep drops to a lochan on either side. |
| Black Mount group (no picture yet...) | The A82
near
Kingshouse -- Sron na Creise
via its north spur -- Creise -- Clach Leathad -- Bealach
Fuar-chathaidh -- Aonach Mor -- Stob Ghabhar -- Aonach Eagach
(the
name wrongly positioned on some maps) --
down
the latter's very steep NE spur (needs much care - a lot of
loose
stuff!) -- Stob a' Choire Odhair -- Beinn
Toaig --
(descending on the latter's NE spur) -- West Highland
Way --
peaty track turning off to right just after Bà
Cottage ruin --
A82 near Loch Bà. >>> c. 15 miles and 1,740 metres of ascent. A 'killer' walk with a sense of breathtaking scale and grand views over Rannoch Moor. I've stood on Stob Ghabhar and been crying, I was so moved by the view, which felt to me to be some sort of homeland. The initial ascent of Sron na Creise looks impossible from afar as a walking route, but with careful winding about and picking good lines you need only a little minimal rock scrambling near the top of the steep work. The long, very steep descent to the Bealach Fuar-chathaidh is best not attempted in the cloud unless your compass work is really exemplary, because that low col can then be easily missed, leading you into dangerous situations. |
Bridge
of Orchy mountains
![]() Beinn
Dorain, from the
evening train on the very scenic loop between Tyndrum and Bridge of
Orchy. The ascent route crosses the railway track (the dark line round
the base of the mountain) near where the sunlit wall meets it, then
ascends obliquely to the right for some time before going obliquely
left to gain the crest of the spur above some steep crags.
|
A82 between Bridge
of
Orchy and Tyndrum
-- Auch Gleann -- Beinn Dorain (via its S. spur) --
Beinn an Dothaidh (lunch stop) --
Beinn
Achaladair -- Beinn a' Chreachain -- (via its north-east
ridge) -- Lochan a' Chreachain -- by Water of Tulla --
Achallader farmhouse -- A82 by Loch Tulla. >>> c. 16 miles and some 1,827 metres of ascent - which is nominally more than the previous route, but is actually much less fatiguing because of the relatively easy high-level terrain. The views of this walk are dominated by the extremely beautiful and graceful glacier-carved shapes of these mountains. Again there are wonderful views out over Rannoch Moor. |
| Ben Starav plus! (no picture yet...) | Glen Etive (Coiletir)
--
(relentless steep slope) -- Beinn Chaorach -- Stob Coir'
an
Albannaich (lunch stop) --
Glas Bheinn Mhor
-- Meall nan Tri Tighearnan -- Ben Starav --
north-north-east
spur -- Coiletir. >>> A tremendous sense of breathtaking scale on this very hard walk. The initial unremitting ascent has a rather punishing feel to it, but the reward is that you are relatively soon on the high level part of the walk. In late May or early June there can be fantastic displays of cushions of the pink-flowered Moss Campion on the summit plateau of Stob Coir' an Albannaich, and the walking on that mountain is very pleasant underfoot, a very swift and safe descent being possible to the col before Glas Bheinn Mhor. Most people do not include Stob Coir' an Albannaich in the same walk as Ben Starav. |
| Kintail
area: The Saddle (no picture yet...) |
Shiel Bridge -- A'
Mhuing -- Meallan
Odhar -- Forcan Ridge -- The Saddle -- following the
craggy
north-north-west ridge system to pick up a track in the col before
Sgurr Mhic Bharraich -- Shiel Bridge. >>> A dramatic walk including (on the quite short Forcan Ridge) some of the most exposed scrambling you'd find on a walking route on the British mainland. The Forcan Ridge actually has a small hint of track bypassing most of the difficulties along the crest, but when I went up there I didn't have that option because old snow remnants rendered it probably more dangerous than taking the crest route directly. Beyond the Forcan Ridge itself there is still a tricky little pitch to descend and some very narrow sections of the summit ridge with slight scrambles. Very exciting and for the most part very secure. If you're scared of heights, do yourself a favour and throw your phobia (but preferably not yourself) overboard here, and enjoy! Note: |
| Kintail
area: Beinn Fhada (Ben Attow) and Falls of Glomach (no picture yet...) |
Morvich -- Beinn
Bhuidhe -- Sgurr a'
Choire Ghairbh -- Beinn Fhada -- Coire an t-Siosalaich -- Gleann
Gaorsaic (east side, then west side) --
Falls of
Glomach -- Bealach na Sroine -- Strath Croe -- main road near Morvich. >>> This walk is demanding; to most people its route would represent two days' walks, even though the distance on the map doesn't look all that great. The broad summit plateau of Beinn Fhada can seem like an anticlimax after the marvellous craggy switchback of the ridge that leads onto it. A note of caution: on that preliminary switchback is one small steep rock pitch, descent of which requires great care, and I've read warnings that in wet conditions the rock is slippery, making that pitch virtually impassable except by dint of accident and probable injury. The Falls of Glomach - and indeed the great ravine into which the water pours - comes as a most wonderful scenic shock. |
This is just my own experience, so I make no guarantees as to anyone else's fortunes when they are using the same hitch-hiking routes and pick-up points as I've been doing. Because of the possibilities for long delays, I get up very early and aim to set out from my flat something in the region of 7.0 a.m.or even a bit earlier if I can manage it. One thing I have learnt is, never to assume that because I got a lift quickly on one occasion at a particular spot, it is therefore necessarily a generally good place for the purpose.
Exeter to Land's End peninsula (on the A30) |
|
Location |
Comments |
| Walk
out from centre on
Alphington Road to the A30 - takes me 30 minutes. |
I show my sign
along the way because
then
I sometimes get picked up before I reach the A30. However, it doesn't
appear to be worthwhile to place myself and wait before having reached
that point. |
| Exeter
(Alphington
Junction) I used to place myself at a lay-by a little way further on, but the traffic was all going fast, and this junction is better. I place myself not at the beginning of the slip road, but actually where the slip road has just become the filter lane, so that the main carriageway traffic can see me additionally to the slip road traffic. This filter lane is a very long one which enables even fast traffic to pull in there. I stand by the verge - I once got admonished by a policeman for standing on the hatched area between filter lane and main carriageway. |
Although this is far from an ideal
spot, it is
the
best that I've found for getting out on the A30 from Exeter. 20 minutes
is a common waiting time, though it can be considerably more. |
| Whiddon Down junction (used to be called Merrymeet when it was a roundabout) | This
used to be quite a good
spot when it was just a roundabout here, but since the complete
restructuring of this junction it has proved to be rather poor (despite
there being a fair amount of slip road traffic and it being easy there
for vehicles to pull in and stop), and now if possible I avoid it. |
| Tongue End (junction
for Okehampton) |
Usable but in my
experience not
very good. |
| Sourton
Cross
(junction just past
Okehampton) |
I did initially get a
quick lift or
two there,
but
generally it has seemed to bear a jinx for my hitch-hiking in any
direction (I haven't tried the Tavistock direction, though), and I've
learnt to avoid it like the plague. |
| Launceston
(Pennygillam) I've learnt to place myself as I do at Alphington Junction, at the start of the filter lane, so that main carriageway vehicles can pull in and stop for me in addition to any from the slip road. |
Usable, but in my experience not
very good. |
| Bodmin
(Carminow
Cross) This is the junction where the A38 passes over the A30 and is signposted for Liskeard. I place myself on the slip road, pretty well at its junction with the A38 as otherwise the traffic gets too fast. |
This has usually worked reasonably
on the few
occasions when I've used it, but I have a gut feeling that it's
basically not a very good junction for hitch-hiking. |
| Innis Downs junction
(just past Bodmin) |
When this
junction was a big
roundabout I managed reasonably well even though vehicles couldn't stop
beyond the roundabout. Now that it's completely redesigned with fast
through traffic it might be better or worse (it could be the latter
because not much traffic comes on the slip road). I would place myself
where vehicles on the main carriageway could pull in on the filter
lane, so not restricting myself to the occasional vehicles on the slip
road. I'd want to avoid this junction now if possible. |
| Carland Cross This is the roundabout where the main route for Truro branches off. I walk a little past the roundabout to where vehicles can pull in slightly - i.e. just beyond the line of reflector posts. |
It doesn't look very
promising for anyone
to
stop, but I've often had to use this one and I think I've never waited
more than ½ hour there. So I rate it as quite
good. |
| Chiverton
Cross This is the roundabout between the main Truro (West) turning and Redruth. Again, I get just a little beyond the roundabout, where vehicles can pull in slightly - but not far along as the traffic accelerates very much there. I ask to be dropped here by motorists who offer to drop me at one of the Redruth or Camborne junctions. |
Since
the building of the small slip road and filter lane on this side it has
looked to be a very bad place for anyone to stop. However, I've had to
use it a few times since that change and haven't yet had to wait more
than ½ hour. On the other hand, because it's basically not a
safe place for people to stop, I do my best to avoid it nowadays. |
| Redruth - Portreath and Tolvaddon junctions | I have occasionally had to use these, and always got away pretty soon. There was a fair amount of slip road traffic then (mid to late morning). |
| Hayle
roundabout I get beyond the roundabout and round the bend, to where vehicles can pull in a little. |
Good.
I've always got picked up
within a few minutes here. |
| St
Erth roundabout
(also
sometimes referred to as one of the Hayle roundabouts) For Penzance - I place myself just beyond roundabout. For St Ives - either just past the roundabout or walk on to a bit beyond the Lelant roundabout. |
For
Penzance
- Good.
I've never waited long here. For St Ives - Nowhere is a particularly good spot, though on occasions I've been picked up quickly from just past the roundabout despite it looking very unpromising for anyone to stop there. Generally I manage well enough, though. |
| Roundabout
with
Marazion turning I place myself only just past the roundabout. |
Good. I've always got picked up within a few minutes here. |
| Penzance:
Safeway
roundabout |
I've got lifts here so
far within
20 minutes. |
| Penzance:
Tesco
roundabout For going into Penzance I've not used the Tesco roundabout, as from there I'm inclined to start walking on the sea front road, then showing my Mousehole sign. For taking the A30 Penzance bypass, I get onto the start of the bypass. |
I've got lifts quickly on the few
occasions that
I used this spot (i.e. on the start of the bypass). |
| Roads in the West
Penwith peninsula |
It feels chancy, with generally lighter traffic than further east, but I've had no great problems hitching, for example, to Porthcurno or St Just. |
Branch Routes to... |
|
| Bude |
Tends to be difficult, not least
because the
traffic
is divided pretty well equally between several routes. Nowadays I
choose to branch off at the first exit for Okehampton, waiting on the
old A30 overpass there if necessary, aiming for Okehampton centre, then
walking out (15 minutes unless picked up along the way) for the turning
for Holsworthy. Good pick-up points along the way are Hallwill Junction
(just round the bend), Dunsland Cross (where the road from
Hatherleigh comes in), Holsworthy (by filling station) (excellent), Red
Post Cross. |
| Morwenstow |
I aim towards Bude, branching off
at Red Post
Cross on the Kilkhampton road. |
| Crackington
Haven,
Boscastle, Tintagel,
Port Isaac |
I start off with a
Bodmin sign and
branch off
for the
A395 at the Kennard's House junction just past Launceston. The best
place for me to stand has been on the
A395 just a bit beyond the roundabout, by the mouth of the slip road
from the eastbound A30. Caution - for the most part I find the A395 and A39 difficult for getting lifts. |
| Newquay |
I branch off at the Highgate Hill
junction (for
Newquay and Wadebridge), near Indian Queens. I've always got a lift
pretty soon there. |
| Portreath |
I branch off at the first Portreath
junction
while
passing Redruth, and walk (about 10 minutes) to get onto the Portreath
road. I normally get a lift within 20 minutes there. |
Land's End peninsula to Exeter |
|
| Finishing
points of walks: Traffic is generally light, so prompt lifts cannot be counted on. Porthcurno I walk up to the main road and then a little east (to the right) before placing myself, but sometimes get picked up on the way. Land's End If there is a reasonable number of cars in the car park I normally wait just beyond the exit onto the start of the A30 - except that as I show my sign to any cars coming out as I'm walking out, I normally get picked up before I get beyond the private road. However, if I'm a bit late in arriving at Land's End, and my legs can manage it, it is worthwhile to walk the 1½ miles on to beyond the turning for Sennen Cove. Sennen Cove I walk up the hill, showing my sign as I go, then walking some way left on the A30 to just the other side of Carn Towan village, where there is a bus stop lay-by; I stand just before that and the minor road junction to give vehicles stopping distance. Cape Cornwall Sometimes, if there's a reasonable number of cars in the car park I wait by the exit. However, normally I walk up to St Just (signalling to any vehicles overtaking me), placing myself just beyond the turning for Land's End. A bit narrow and not very good for vehicles to stop, but the spot I nowadays choose feels relatively inviting for people to stop. I think the longest I've waited there was about 40 minutes, whereas in the town centre I had the odd longer waits. Pendeen Watch I walk up the minor road to the crossroads and place myself on the corner of the road straight ahead (for Penzance). Half the times when I've finished at Pendeen Watch I've been picked up on the walk to the crossroads. |
|
| Roundabouts on Penzance Bypass | These have proved
difficult for
motorists to
stop, and
I've learnt to try and avoid them. If you do get dropped at one it's
worth considering walking into town and then out on the sea-front road
to the Tesco roundabout. Indeed, if a motorist is turning off at one of
these roundabouts for Penzance itself, then I go along with him into
the town and then just have the walk out to Tesco. |
| Penzance: Tesco
roundabout Just past the roundabout on the A30 is a bus-stop lay-by. I place myself at the very beginning of this. |
I can often
wait rather a while
here (½ to ¾
hour),
but I do feel that on account of the lay-by this is a secure spot, and
so when a motorist asks where I'd like to be dropped in or around
Penzance, this is the place of choice, unless they're prepared to go to
the next-but-one roundabout after that, which is really a bit beyond
Penzance. If somebody else is trying to hitch from this lay-by (rare, but it has happened for me), then motorists can get confused and not stop at all, and then I choose to walk on to the Safeway roundabout. On one August evening I arrived here just before 9.0 p.m., and although there was still plenty of traffic I waited 1 hour 40 minutes. I think the problem is that so much of the traffic there is local and the drivers mostly don't think sufficiently quickly to realize that they could greatly help by dropping me at the next-but-one roundabout. |
| Penzance: Safeway
roundabout Here I placed myself only just off the roundabout, but have used this one only two or three times. |
It doesn't
look very promising for
people to
stop, and
although I haven't had very long waits there on the two occasions when
I
used this roundabout I feel that this is not a good place to be. |
| Roundabout with
Marazion turning I place myself just before a small bus-stop lay-by. |
Although traffic comes round the
bend from the
roundabout quickly and has little time to see me before passing, this
is a good spot,
presumably because of the lay-by, and also it has a much higher
proportion of the right traffic than the above locations. I don't think
I've ever waited here more than 20 minutes. |
| St Erth roundabout The trick here is to continue round the bend to where the carriageway straightens and vehicles can pull in slightly. |
Even though drivers have only a
moment to see me
as they come round the bend from the roundabout, I have got lifts quite
soon. However, I have also had some long waits here, and nowadays I
avoid this roundabout if possible. |
| Hayle
roundabout Again the trick is to get to just beyond the roundabout, where the carriageway straightens and vehicles can pull in slightly. |
Visibility a bit better than at
the St Erth
roundabout, and, even though it looks not the sort of place where
motorists would stop, I've so far found it distinctly more dependable. |
| Chiverton
Cross The trick here is to walk beyond the roundabout (difficult for motorists to stop there) to a small lay-by; I place myself just before the latter. |
Excellent.
(Well, as long
as the lay-by is unoccupied.) It is so good in fact that I
now
refuse all lifts here that don't go as far as Exeter. All the more so
now that I've actually had the experience of getting stranded all night
at the Launceston Pennygillam junction (see further below). However, the fickle nature of hitch-hiking being what it is, there was one freakish occasion in May 2008 when I arrived at my usual spot there at 8.12 p.m. and didn't get away till 1.10 a.m. |
| Carland Cross |
A problematical layout makes this
look really
uninviting for anyone to stop. I have used it only once, and in fact
got a lift quite soon, but I see this as one to avoid. |
| Innis Downs junction
(just before Bodmin) |
When this was a roundabout I had mixed fortunes here but basically it was a bad place for anyone to stop for me. Now, with the restructured design and fast through traffic, one's fortunes may be different there, and would seek to avoid it if possible. It would, however get slip road traffic from the St Austell direction, so might not be so bad. I had cause to use it only once, on a winter evening, and there was occasional traffic coming through, and I got a lift after about half an hour of shivering. |
| Bodmin (Carminow
Cross) |
Avoid like the plague! For
the most
part
Exeter-bound
traffic doesn't come out at this junction. Presumably more suitable if
you want to go in the Plymouth direction, though. Warning about going to Exeter via Plymouth: At Plymouth's Marsh Mills junction the Exeter-bound slip road has the traffic okay, even past midnight, but that traffic is fast and reluctant to stop, and long waits are normal. One evening I was dropped at the Plymouth side of the Tamar Bridge - just beyond the toll - as an allegedly far superior alternative to Marsh Mills. In the event I waited 3 hours 10 minutes there, by which time it was nearing midnight and traffic was drying up alarmingly. When I did get a lift it was from an out-of-service bus, the driver kindly taking me to Marsh Mills, where I did get a lift to Exeter Services after ½ hour, and got back to my flat at 1.49 a.m. I'll never again allow myself to be dropped by the Tamar Bridge. |
| Launceston
(Pennygillam) This is the main junction for direct access to the town centre. |
I often have rather long waits
here, and really
I use
this one only when I'm coming back from the Boscastle / Tintagel area,
when I often don't get a better option. Basically, when returning from
'deep' Cornwall I avoid Launceston if possible. Arriving here anything close to or after 9.0 p.m. or indeed even after about 7.30 (especially in winter) is risky because of more than a possibility of being stranded overnight. Indeed, on 30th July 2007 I was stranded there all night - arriving at 8.55 p.m. and not getting away till 6.10 a.m. On that occasion I'd refused two lift offers before midnight and another in the very early morning, for one was to Sourton Cross and the other two were to Tongue End (just east of Okehampton), and both junctions would have been worse than this one. In fact on 6th September 2007 I very nearly had another all-nighter there (waited a bit over 3 hours), having arrived just before 8.0 p.m. - so the message seems to be to try to avoid this junction at any time beyond early evening. As to what I did about being stranded - it was a cold night for the time of year, but really all I could do was remain there low on the slip road where it was lit, and signal to the rare vehicle that came by - constantly shivering to keep warm enough to stay alive. This was very tough for me because I was already fatigued from a strenuous 17-mile walk from Polzeath to Tintagel, but somehow I managed to keep it up all night, without eating or drinking. I was ready at any point to walk into Launceston and if necessary to attract the attention of a police patrol for assistance (even to get put into a police cell to be out of the cold for a few hours) - but careful energy testing to gain information from my deepest aspects repeatedly indicated that I was doing fine and could keep going, and that staying put would be the better option.I have more recently learnt that vehicle deliverers - the guys who hitch-hike with trade number plates - generally know this junction to be bad for hitch-hiking, at least eastwards, and avoid it. |
| Sourton Cross |
Worryingly long waits. I avoid it
like the
plague. The filter lane is too short for main carriageway traffic to
pull into. |
| Tongue End
(junction
just past
Okehampton) The junction is unlit. |
All right in broad daylight (at
beginning of
slip
road), but not a place where I'd want to be in the evening with little
traffic and failing light. However, I was once dropped there at close
to midnight and actually got my lift after about 5 minutes from the
first vehicle to come. No doubt my conspicuous and clear EXETER sign
helped, and I think I'd put on a reflective top as well. |
| Whiddon Down junction
(used to be called
Merrymeet when it was a roundabout) |
This used to be excellent in the Exeter direction when it was a roundabout here, but since the complete restructuring of this junction I have not yet tested it. I expect it to be much less good, but one never knows... |
| Exeter (Alphington
Junction)
(for return to central Exeter) I wait almost on the roundabout as the lanes narrow beyond. I show here a sign saying CITY CENTRE - which is on the reverse side of my EXETER sign. |
Excellent.
In broad daylight I
usually get a lift within a few minutes. However, it is unlit here and once it is dusk or dark it becomes more difficult and in fact unless my feet are killing me (hardly ever) I don't wait but start walking in, showing my sign as I go, as sometimes I'm picked up along the way. Soon past the start of the street lighting I give up on trying to get a lift and put the sign away in my pack. |
Branch Routes from... |
|
| Chapel Porth |
I
get into St Agnes and then point
myself on the
road to Chiverton Cross on the A30. Worked well when I did this. |
| Perranporth |
Tends not to be easy on the road
towards Newquay. Nowadays I don't use that, even though it appears to
be going in the right direction, and place myself on the road for
Chiverton Cross (not showing my EXETER sign at that
stage), and
this
has so far worked well. |
| Porthcothan,
Treyarnon, Trevose Head and
Trevone |
A bit difficult, with
minor roads
to negotiate
for
quite a way before getting to the A30. May have to go via the A39 and
A395 to get to the A30. The A39 roundabout by Wadebridge has served me
normally quite well, but I refuse lifts that aren't going as far as
Davidstow Cross (the A395 turning). I place myself at the start of the
narrow hard shoulder, just beyond the roundabout. |
| Tintagel |
I find it worthwhile to walk on to
Bossiney, and
place
myself just down a minor turning signposted for Launceston. Although
little traffic goes down there when I'm there after a walk, I manage
surprisingly well from there, showing a sign that says both Launceston
and Exeter. |
| Boscastle |
I used to get walking up the steep
hill in
the Bude
direction,
waiting awhile by a small lay-by where the gradient has eased (so I can
cool off a bit), and then I would continue walking till I got picked up
- if
necessary walking the whole way via Tresparrett Posts and Marshgate to
the junction of the road for Launceston at Otterham Station; if it's
getting towards dusk I'd even walk the further two miles along this
road to Hallworthy before finally standing. That was a lot of footsore
extra mileage after a hard day's walk! Although most of the A395 is
very difficult for hitch-hiking, Hallworthy generally works reasonably
well. provided that I place myself where vehicles have time to pull in
and stop after they've passed me. In 2007 I adopted a different strategy and instead walked up the road the other way from Boscastle, placing myself just a little way up the Camelford road, or indeed keeping walking up there till picked up. I was showing my Launceston / Exeter sign and normally going via the Camelford Station junction on that road, and, if necessary, walking on to Davidstow Junction on the A39, where I tend to get picked up pretty soon, though often then being dropped at Hallworthy. Caution The Kennard's House junction of the A395 and A30 can work okay but traffic seems reluctant to stop on the eastbound slip road. It's unlit and one evening I had a 3-hours-plus wait there mostly in the dark. So, overall I avoid it if possible. Best to get on to the next junction - Launceston (Pennygillam) - well, er, except that it has its own difficulties as noted above. |
| Bude, Stratton |
I find hitch-hiking not easy by
day, and in the
evening it's really difficult (most of the traffic being local) and
I've learnt to avoid this route then. |
| Hartland Quay,
Hartland Point |
Usually I get a
lift very quickly
on the road
just
above Hartland Quay, but often there aren't enough cars at Hartland
Point for it to be safe for me to wait, so then I walk on to Hartland
village and stand at a suitable spot there. Caution I've learnt the hard way to keep routed via Barnstaple, North Devon Link Road and the M5, and not to let any well meaning motorist drop me on lesser roads which may appear more direct, at such places as King's Nympton, Eggesford or Great Torrington. Eggesford is a particularly poor place for getting a lift, at least in the Exeter direction. Motorists are often convinced that such places have lots of Exeter traffic in the evening, but that isn't my experience, and I initially had some worrying epics involving such places - especially Eggesford, where on one occasion it was only a last (near midnight) train which saved me from being very likely stuck there all night. |
Forewarned is forearmed, as they say - at least to some extent. Just as there can occasionally be troublesome hitch-hikers who cause problems for the motorists who pick them up, there can be thoughtless or indeed malevolent motorists who cause problems for the hitch-hikers who they pick up. I have to say that overall I've been extremely fortunate and haven't (yet) had anyone in a car seek to rob me (though in 2002 I refused one lift in Penzance, where it looked to me as though that would have happened), nor to assault nor sexually molest me, though inevitably there have been the odd ones who were driving more or less dangerously in one or more ways and so gave me cause for concern. There have also been the very occasional obnoxious individuals who sought to impose their particular religious beliefs (usually Christian) upon me. More serious can be the misguided good intentions of particular motorists, who are sure they know the best place to drop the poor unsuspecting hitch-hiker. Almost always they don't, even if they say they themselves have hitch-hiked a lot and 'know for sure', and even if they're well intentioned police officers wanting to get one out of some awkward spot.
All too often such people have dropped me at pretty hopeless places for getting picked up - which can be particularly serious when returning home in the evening. Among such hopeless places, Eggesford (on the old Barnstaple to Exeter road) and on the east side of the Tamar Bridge near Plymouth (just beyond the toll booths) stand out in my memory as having been particularly disastrous.
On the evening of Saturday 27th June 2009 I ran into a new (to me) and potentially very serious problem. I was hitch-hiking back to Exeter from Porthcothan on the north Cornwall coast, and got quite soon to a suitable spot to get picked up about a mile outside Padstow. I waited 35 minutes there, then got a lift to the roundabout on the A39 by Wadebridge, still really in quite good time - just a bit after 6.0 p.m. I waited there 1½ hours (the longest I've so far waited there, as I've generally found it to be quite a good spot), and the lift I got there was only to Davidstow Cross (the A395 turning on the A39), where I waited a further quarter-hour. By this time the sun was getting low and I was bracing myself to refuse any offer to drop me at Launceston, where previously I'd had great trouble getting home in the evening. This time I was regarding Hallworthy on the A395 as being my last sensible dropping-off point before Exeter (if dropped at Hallworthy I'd then refuse offers of lifts that were not going as far as Exeter).
Anyway, when the lift came at Davidstow Cross I breathed a sigh of relief, because the couple in the car (in their 60's, I think) said they would be passing Exeter, so they could drop me off at the appropriate junction there. The husband (the driver) also told me that they'd never picked up anyone before, but they thought I looked safe. It thus appeared that all the day's hitch-hiking difficulties were over, and we continued towards and then on the A30, passing Launceston. We had a little conversation, but I kept to pretty basic and 'normal' topics about myself, and was careful not to say a great deal about myself and my experiences, because I could sense that, although they'd seemed superficially quite welcoming, these were very 'ordinary' people with a very shallow level of awareness, and were not at all the sort of people who I'd really choose for company, nor who would understand anything significant about my lifestyle, outlook and life experiences. As we continued beyond Launceston the conversation petered out and we were silent for some minutes.
Then, without a word, the driver pulled in at a lay-by on this fast stretch of trunk route dual carriageway (though not all that busy at this particular time), got out of the car, came round to the door beside me and opened it. "This is as far as we're taking you. Would you please get out of the car now", he said, with no explanation. I was so surprised and taken aback that I didn't think to challenge him on his lunatic behaviour till he'd already driven off. I simply meekly got out of the car, lamely saying to him that this was putting me in a very difficult position and making things very awkward for me. In actual fact this was downright dangerous, and indeed that idiot could potentially have indirectly caused my death by dropping me there at that time, if I'd been stuck there all night.
It was dusk (the time being 9.20 p.m.), and it was miles from anywhere with 'civilization' or indeed lights. Also, this lay-by was one of those that have a narrow reservation separating them from the main carriageway, so that even in broad daylight they are difficult for fast-travelling vehicles to slow down quickly in response to a hitch-hiker in time to be able to enter the lay-by, and in the dark they are pretty well useless, because motorists generally see the hitch-hiker at the last moment if at all, and then it's always already too late to brake sufficiently to enter the lay-by safely.
I was soon getting a bit cold, and put on all my layers of extra clothing while I could still see what I was doing - bracing myself for standing there all night in complete darkness apart from the occasional dazzling headlight glare of vehicles racing past. At least I'd done what I could for visibility, for I was wearing a light blue windshirt on top of my fleece jacket, and I'd put on a scanty cyclist's reflective bib on top of that, and of course I had my clear white EXETER sign with bold and clear computer-printed black lettering.
Everything was rushing past, though very occasionally I'd see a passing car just start braking and then change mind and carry on - though actually anyone who'd really thought about it would have realized that they could continue braking quite safely, and simply pull in at the far end of the lay-by. Anyway, after 1½ hours (by which time it was getting on for fully dark) one determined and thoughtful motorist did just that, pulling in at the far end and then reversing into the lay-by. She (yes, a woman!) was going past Exeter, and she actually diverted into the city centre to drop me close to where I live, so I got back before 11.30 p.m. Was I relieved!
So, all ended well for me, but the irresponsible behaviour of the one motorist had put me in potential real danger, for there had been nowhere to where I could simply and safely walk in order to get out of that little 'spot', and the traffic comes racing past routinely at 70 to 80 miles per hour, with some doing anything up to 120 mph (quite illegally), and I have no doubt that on that occasion in that location I really did stand a very good chance of being stuck there all night, and having to remain standing there shivering in order to be as sure as possible of remaining alive.
Afterwards I used energy testing to find out something of what had been going of for that idiotic motorist, and I got clear pointers to the problem not being anything specific that I'd said, nor the sweaty pong from my rucksack (which needed washing), but simply his feeling uncomfortable about the general sense of openness of outlook of mine, and my 'freedom vibes', which clashed with his very closed outlook - coupled with a certain deeply ingrained (soul programmed) pattern of his, of lack of personal responsibility and an inability to consider wider consequences of his actions. In fact, my 'reading' (via energy testing) from his own deepest levels of consciousness indicates that when he'd decided to pick me up he was consciously thinking right then that it would be okay to pick me up because if at any point he felt he didn't like me, he could simply ditch me on the spot. And, what's more, if it hadn't been for a plain consideration of keeping within the Law and also respecting the safety of himself and his wife, he wouldn't even have waited for a lay-by at which to dump me.
These were the sort of superficially 'respectable' people who would happily flush an unwanted pet down the lavatory (if it would fit, of course!) or dump refuse or any unwanted items in the countryside. "I don't want it [/him], so I'm getting rid of it [/him]!" - to these people I was not seen as a human being to whom they'd taken on a certain responsibility; I was just an eventually unwanted item that had looked at first marginally interesting, but then had proved too interesting in the wrong way for them - despite my having been careful not to say any of the specific sort of things that one might have expected to put them off me - so I was for dumping just like the rubbish that they might dump at a lay-by or indeed just throw out of the car window.
Having slept on this experience, I'm clearer now that if a
similar
thing happened to me in the future I'd endeavour to find out who the
particular people were, at least noting down their vehicle registration
number, and then would name and shame them publicly on this site. That
isn't an idle remark, and such an action already has precedent, for on
my Self
Realization site, for particularly important reasons I
publicly
identify certain healers / 'lightworkers' who have caused me problems
and are a menace to people in general because of their unaware dark
force connections. None of those people could workably sue me for
defamation, because I've kept to information about what had actually
happened and the deductions that one couldn't help but draw from those
observations. Let them attempt to sue if they're really that stupid -
and make complete asses of themselves! ![]()
My understanding is that there is a huge number of such irresponsible motorists out there, but the saving grace is that almost always that lack of responsibility of theirs actually causes them not to give people lifts in the first place.
Just why the particular motorist chose to pick me up in the first place, I guess I'll never know. On the face of it I could strongly suspect a bit of direct dark force interference and control, for there was one time in 2006 when a motorist ditched me on a hitch-hike (albeit that being done sort-of responsibly, at a major junction) and indeed said exactly the words "This is as far as we're taking you", without any explanation or apology. But on that occasion there really were very weird and indeed sinister goings-on from the dark force towards me, and apparently the particular driver was being manipulated to drop me at the particular place in order that I be manoeuvred into doing an unscheduled and very long walk on Dartmoor.
In contrast, since then I'd got clear of nearly all my dark force interference, and this time weird and disruptive things were simply not happening for me any more, and hadn't been so really since the first part of 2007.
Also, my understanding, based on extensive energy testing, is that the couple who ditched me on that occasion in 2006 had a fair amount of awareness and had been 'open' enough to hear the dark force manifesting to them as a voice giving them instructions (hence their looking as though they'd seen a ghost when they dropped me), whereas this time we're talking of a couple with much soul programming and very shallow awareness, and my understanding is that such people cannot be directly interfered or communicated with by the dark force - all their dark force interference comes indirectly (and not in real time) from their soul programming. Nonetheless, I'm still a bit puzzled and suspicious about the use of those exactly same words on both occasions: "This is as far as we're taking you", without a single peep of explanation, excuse or apology. Peculiar...
Hiking is in itself an important self realization / self healing practice, but you can make it much more so still by doing part of your walking in Power Walking mode. Power Walking is a special walking meditation or yogic practice that has many powerful healing and self realization effects, including the progressive dissolution of emotional stresses and traumas, and of all manner of ties and attachments that are weakening you and holding you back in your life.
I give a full description of and guide to Power Walking in Some Potent Self Realization / Healing Practices.
It has become fashionable for people to use a pair of trekking poles when hiking, so I want to clarify about the costs and benefits of the different options. The ratings I give for the different options are made on the basis of relatively ordinary people who are not actively attending to their own self realization process.
For those (currently rare) people who are doing so, the best option is NOT to use even one stick or pole at all for most walks, but to have a single stick always on the pack in case of some specific need and to ensure that one has the stick available for particularly rough terrain, such as high Dartmoor off the main tracks, certain stretches of the Cornish coast path on the Land's End peninsula and the east side of the Lizard peninsula, and the rougher true mountain terrain.
The reason for this is that you are then cultivating effective proprioception in the feet, ankles and legs, helping yourself to have natural balance and poise, so minimizing any tendency to stumble, and thus minimizing any perceived need for a stick in the first place. This is also greatly helped by wearing light, flexible footwear - indeed shoes rather than boots wherever possible. It is also greatly helped by the use of really effective self healing / self realization methods. A Clarity-Sphere would be a particularly good aid to this end.
No stick or pole at all
Pair of trekking poles (each with ski-pole type of handle)
Single walking stick (with a
walking-stick type
of handle, with a cross piece)
In my view this is a workable compromise and is my own choice when a
stick is needed.
Single walking stick for particularly rough stretches and sustained steep descents; otherwise no stick or pole.
Ditto, with use of Alexander Technique and my self realization methodology (especially the Clarity-Sphere) as outlined in Healing and Self-Realization - The Safest and Quickest Way.
Caution!
There is one particular serious hazard about using such walking sticks or trekking poles. I well know how convenient they are, 'telescoping' into a short length for putting on one's pack when not in use. However, in my experience there has been a particular section of each stick that I've used which would gradually work loose during each walk using it and so required periodic re-tightening. I have got into the way of checking and re-tightening without waiting for the stick to unexpectedly shorten when I put weight on it. It is thus clear that there is a risk that sooner or later a stick will give way when you put weight on it in a critical situation.
Yes, you can avoid that happening by ensuring that all sections are fully tightened before you do anything 'critical' with the stick or pole - but if you are using it more or less continuously on a long walk, are you really always going to remember to periodically re-tighten, and particularly, to re-tighten all sections when you are about to use the stick in any 'critical' way that would result in an accident for you if the stick suddenly gave way? Also, if you are depending on your stick or poles in a particular rugged location in difficult conditions, and somehow you lose it / them while you're out there (maybe they got dropped or blown over a cliff) - what then?
Maybe depending on such sticks or poles for one's regular walking or hiking isn't so clever after all...
Some visitors will probably have been searching on this page for mention of the name 'Munro', so here it is. I get a more satisfying range of hill and mountain walks through not restricting myself to hills designated as 'Munros'. To me, whether or not a mountain is over the arbitrary value of 3,000 feet in height and thus listed as a 'Munro' is of little interest. My own consideration when choosing walking routes has always been, "Will this make a satisfying and inspiring walk?" The height of mountains most certainly does come into this, but it isn't the only consideration. There are the odd so-called Munros well within my Highlands 'home territory', which I've never been on, because I could not make particularly satisfactory walks out of them, as compared with so many other available routes. By the same token, some of my regularly repeated 'gem' walks are on mountains that are not classed as Munros and therefore are shunned by the hordes, who much prefer a relatively dull walk in order to 'do' another Munro and tick it off on their list. Actually I write this not to attack those people who operate in that way (they have every right to their particular choice), but rather to encourage other people to adopt what in my experience appears to be a more aware and rewarding approach to walking in the wilds.
I had lived this MYTH throughout my hiking, up to my starting to break that belief as a result of actual experience in 1999 onwards. It had seemed perfectly reasonable and 'watertight', the notion that on very uneven terrain you need some sort of firmness around your ankles to stop them turning over when they shouldn't be doing so. And I had increasingly weak and unstable ankles, so such 'support' was evidently doubly or trebly necessary.
Or was it? I frequently turned an ankle, and even sometimes got a strain or mild sprain, despite* my wearing boots, and as my ankles got more unstable, this happened more, and I occasionally got more significant (though still not severe) sprains, and then had the additional problem of ankle pain developing during walks, caused by scar tissue or other long-term after-effects of the healing of the sprains. And this was in spite of my starting to use a light walking stick, which no doubt did help reduce the number of ankle-turn accidents and especially any resultant falls.
* It never occurred to me then, that actually there might be an element of 'because of'!
I had an experience in 1990 on the Grey Corries ridge (near Ben Nevis), which made quite an impression on me. On that occasion my solitude was very much sullied by a major mountain marathon running event, and here and there on the ridge I was being passed by hordes of very fast-moving fit individuals, who were ALL wearing special purpose very light and flimsy-looking shoes. I was perplexed at this. These people must be absolutely crazy, I told myself, because this ridge was mostly of a very unpleasant and potentially injurious light grey to whitish quartzite, which fractured to give sharp edges, and all the scree and outcrops of this rock, which the runners were having to negotiate, were all angular and sharp-edged.
What gave me real pause for thought about those mountain runners was that those who I spoke with were completely unconcerned about the sharp rock and the apparent great danger of serious injury in those flimsy little shoes - and indeed, nowhere along that ridge did I see even one person nursing an injury - even a common or garden scratch, abrasion or bruise! What had they got that I hadn't?
So opinionated I was on the issue of mountain footware, that none of this got me suspecting that wearing boots itself was problematical for me, but I did occasionally read in the excellent The Great Outdoors (TGO) magazine articles by individuals who claimed that boots actually prevented our natural ankle stability mechanism from working properly, and that actually relatively light and flexible shoes were much preferable for mountain and similar terrain, where not contra-indicated because of snow / ice conditions. That made sort-of sense to me, but with all the stability problems I'd been having (leading me to suspect that I'd soon have to stop all walks on significantly uneven ground), I shuddered in fear at the thought of me wearing shoes out on the mountains at all.
However, I had another ankle problem slowly and inexorably increasing, which was greatly disenchanting me with boots - sensitivity of the soft tissue over my malleoli ('ankle bones') to the pressure and movement of the ankle cuffs of boots, which was increasingly causing me to have to curtail walks, and was eventually almost always causing me to be in significant pain by the end of my walks. This was getting to be a real threat for my Scottish Highlands trips, because when I got such malleoli aggravation it generally needed at least a week to settle down, because going out walking in the boots again sooner tended to get an almost immediate flare-up of the aggro. So, what was I going to do about my Scottish Highlands trips, when for a bit over two weeks I wanted to be walking on mountains more or less every day when the weather was reasonably clement?
In response to this situation I started taking with me a pair of stout hiking shoes for using on relatively easy low-level walking and, at a pinch, on the odd hill or mountain with relatively gentle terrain (the latter such as the round of Beinn Dorain to Beinn a' Chreachain). Initially this didn't inspire a great deal of confidence because my first pair of such shoes actually didn't hold the back of my ankle snugly and actually accentuated my ankle instability.
However, things changed on my May 1999 Scottish Highlands trip, when I took with me a pair of the very stout (and heavy) Scarpa Lunana shoes. To my amazement, my seemingly crazy choice to use them for an ascent of Glen Coe's Bidean nam Bian - one of the British mainland's roughest and steepest mountains, which always previously had been a real ankle twister and boot grazer for me - worked out a treat, and for the first time I experienced the greater freedom and accuracy of placement of my feet on all the rocks and lumps. True, I was extremely nervous and so extra-cautious that time about where I was putting my feet, but the fact was that the shoes allowed me to have that awareness of foot positioning in a way that just wasn't possible in boots. And although the shoes did get a little abrasion of stitching in one place, overall they got a lot less abrasion than my boots had had on my various previous Bidean nam Bian excursions, because it was so much easier to place my feet so that the shoes weren't repeatedly scraping against bits of rock.
On my Scottish Highlands trip in May the following year - my last such trip so far - I used those shoes again, on the much famed Liathach, which was again one of the mountains on which I'd least expected to 'survive' in shoes. But again the shoes simply made for greater precision in foot placement, so I wasn't going twisting or indeed grazing ankles.
In 2004 I finally decided that enough was enough of finishing every booted walk in pain, and so I chose from then on to limit my walking to what I could do in hiking shoes. This largely ruled out Dartmoor - not because of unevenness of the terrain but simply to avoid walking with soggy feet. Basically, from then on I was walking mostly on coast path. But some of my favourite coast path stretches were pretty well as uneven and rocky as many a Scottish Highland mountain route - particularly on the Land's End peninsula and the east side of the Lizard peninsula. Again I found that shoes actually gave me more freedom and precision.
I now have much better ankle stability and almost never turn an ankle on any walk, never mind how rough the terrain. I've no doubt that my move to the use of shoes on uneven ground helped rebuild my ankle stability mechanism (relating to strength and control of muscles in the lower leg), though the underlying cause of this very positive change was ongoing healing (what people commonly though misguidedly call 'spiritual' healing) that I'd been using on myself from late 1998 onwards with increasing effectiveness.
So, nowadays I recommend to everyone to use hiking shoes rather than boots, wherever it is workable to do so. By the latter I mean that I'm not seriously suggesting that shoes would necessarily be sensible for major Alpine or Himalayan-style mountaineering, or even British mountaingoing in full winter conditions, for then of course you have issues like keeping snow out of the footwear, protecting from cold, and having sufficient stiffness for the particular climbing methods and equipment used. I doubt, for one thing, whether you'd find many models of shoe to which crampons could be usefully fitted - though I have read in TGO magazine that advances have been made in this direction, with the introduction of new, more flexible types of crampon.
Whatever their good points, these are an absolute pestilence in the countryside and wilderness. People are rapidly forgetting the very meaning and point of the wilderness experience and harmony with nature. Quite apart from whether or not it's okay for people to go having conversations with colleagues in the office while on, say Bidean nam Bian summit and 'bringing down' everyone around them in the process, there is a widespread misapprehension of the supposed safety benefits of carrying one of those phones. Yes, of course it's true that if you have an accident out in the wilds it's easier to call for help if you can just use your mobile. But does carrying one therefore actually make you safer?
Sorry, no, it doesn't! -- Here's why. When you take a mobile out with you, you feel safer. True. And that's the catch. You feel safer, and therefore in difficult or precarious situations your decisions will tend to be just that little bit less cautious and well thought out. When I go walking, I have a commitment to myself to take full responsibility for myself. That ensures that I take maximum care to see that I don't have an accident or get seriously lost in the first place.
Ha-ha, I've had that one fired at me on and off over the years, often with an admonishing finger waved at me. But it's the ill-thought-out words of ignorant people. If you actually pay attention to the sorts of people who get reported as being rescued from the mountains and moors you'd discover something significant - most of the people who get into trouble are not solo walkers but in pairs or, more particularly, in groups. Of course there do exist plenty of people with no mountain sense, who would therefore be a menace to themselves if they went out on the mountains alone, but in fact most people who choose to do so are not in that category.
In fact, in an important sense going alone is actually safer than going accompanied. And it is for exactly the same reason as to why it is actually safer to go hiking without a mobile phone. On your own, you know that your life is in your hands and nobody else's. Therefore you make the best possible decisions from moment to moment, based on what your body is telling you and what you know you can manage. Rather than having somebody with you who might be able to get help, it's actually safer to make better decisions and thus not have that accident in the first place.
Our supposedly civilized cultures have a number of materialistic fixations that are born in ignorance and fear, and which divert people from the underlying purpose of their lives. Comfort, safety and predictability are all made into gods and primary aims in life. But actually you can't escape danger, and ultimately neither can you escape discomfort, except by facing it and where appropriate resolving its underlying causes - though many people do their damnedest to anaesthetize themselves and avoid facing it.
Of course the sort of outings that I've outlined on this page are dangerous. So, dear friends, in their different ways, are getting out of bed, crossing a busy road, doing your regular shopping, driving, sitting for hours in front of a television... Nowhere in everyday life is there total safety. You have to decide all the time what levels and types of risk are acceptable to you in each situation. When you become aware that your current situation is tricky, you can recognise the fact and take appropriately more care, such as when driving in a traffic jam. Similarly, on the odd rare occasions I've got into what was for me a rather scary scrape high up on particular mountains. Does that mean that I was actually in great danger?
Well, actually both yes and no. By recognising the precariousness of my situation and responding with due thought and care, I was able to extricate myself without mishap. The implication is that because I was able to respond appropriately to the particular hazards, those particular walks had overall not endangered me more than any of the others.
That old chestnut is another bit of ill-thought-out, ignorant hot air. The situation is that the British mountain and Dartmoor Rescue groups are voluntary groups of enthusiasts, who wish to support the whole activity of walking and climbing in wild places, and they greatly enjoy their work, though naturally the groups do need some voluntary donations to cover their overheads. They are certainly not so pleased when walkers come to grief because they weren't properly prepared or equipped, and they are no doubt greatly frustrated when they get frivolous call-outs from certain ignorant walkers who routinely expect their mobile phones to bale them out of any little difficulty or inconvenience that they encounter while out in the wilds. Also, in general, helicopter call-outs, while expensive, are simply part of the training of the crew involved, so actually for the most part the occasional helicopter rescues of hikers or mountaineers are at no extra cost at all to that curious entity known as The Taxpayer.
So many people, including particularly motorists who have picked me up on my hitch-hikes, have repeated the above statement to me. But where have they got that information from? Have they conducted a survey? Are they repeating what somebody's said on television or radio? It's pretty clear to me that they actually have no knowledge at all of the actual situation; it's just another bit of so-called 'received wisdom'. Some motorists who've given me rides have made a comment that was probably much nearer the mark - that they don't see hitch-hikers regularly as they used to. That might indeed be the case, and in that event there would inevitably be less pick-ups, but that doesn't necessarily mean that motorists are really less willing to pick up those hitch-hikers who are out there.
For the record, I have been regularly hitch-hiking to and from my hikes from 1981 onwards, and if anything my fortunes have slightly improved over the years. That, however, should not be taken as an indication of the general situation, for I cannot be counted as an average hitch-hiker. I use very well made and clear destination signs, I stand very upright (especially since I took up the Alexander Technique), and don't look scruffy and dishevelled in the way that many hitch-hikers do, and I've progressively become more confident and skillful in the hitch-hiking. I'm also much older than most hitch-hikers. Also, the 'vibes' that I give out as an enlightened no-soul incarnation and strong healer tend to draw to me motorists who are relatively open and aware themselves (very often with some healing connection), while many others would no doubt be repelled.
'Ere we
go again!
That
confounded safety issue. No,
I don't do any such thing, at least for my local walks. Note these
points:
When I stayed with friends in Fort William in the Scottish Highlands, what I did was tell them in broad terms what I expected to do, including mentioning likely alternatives. With one exception I never left precise route details, just indicating which mountain group I was aiming for and where I would most likely (but not certainly) come out to the road. Those particular friends were very good in that they didn't worry about me even when I got back pretty late, for they had a great trust in my self-preservation ability and mountain sense. I think there was only one occasion when they said they'd just started wondering whether to do anything - though their first action would have been to drive to where I was expected to come out on the road, to see if I was simply stranded by a failed hitch-hike.
The one walk for which I did leave an actual route card was the Ben Alder route, because that was so long and remote, with so little in terms of escape route, and I was a little nervous at my boldness in doing that - especially in view of certain weaknesses in my knees and ankles.
And finally...
I have to admit to having made a sad blunder some years ago. I did have a huge collection of high quality colour transparency photos taken on my hikes. I ceased photography in 1990, so in any case I had no coverage for the Kintail area, which I didn't start visiting till after then. In the late 1990s I decided to find new homes for my slide collection, as it was hogging space in my small flat and the only use I was finding for the slides was for very infrequent slide talks that I gave to local organizations, which earned me too little money even to cover my overheads. It wasn't till about 1999 that I finally woke up to the fact that I needed some such photos for my website, but it was then too late. I had indeed given away all my Scottish Highlands scenery slides to somebody whose name and location I didn't even know and so cannot trace to ask to borrow selected slides for scanning.
Although I did get a small digital camera in 2000 to enable me to get some photos for this site, I have not had funds to go back to the Highlands and get photos again from my 'old faithful' routes.
I did, however manage to salvage a very small selection of the lost Highlands photos, by scanning cheap prints that I'd had done from some of the slides in 1979-81, and it's these I've used here. That accounts for the rather poor quality of most of them. Indeed, most of the prints don't come out well enough as scanned images for me to use at all.
Take a leaf from my book and incorporate the Alexander Technique into your everyday life! Just before I took up the AT at the end of 1992 at the age of 50, I was on the point of quitting serious hiking because of all the interfering physical problems, but the AT saved the day, and a few months later I walked my full Ben Alder route for the second time, on that occasion including Beinn Bheoil.
In the event my regular hikes continued undiminished up to 2004, with a lightness and ease that few younger people could emulate without recourse to the AT.

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