There is something about Stac Pollaidh that when on this lovely wee mountain or any other of these great mountains it brings the incredible words of Norman MaCaig to the mind.
How can someone write such words that the hills come alive when you read them.
“Glaciers, grinding West, gouged out u
these valleys, rasping the brown sandstone,
and left, on the hard rock below –
the ruffled foreland –
this frieze of mountains, filed
on the blue air –
Cul Beag, Cul Mor, Suilven,
a frieze and
Who owns this landscape?
Has owning anything to do with love?
For it and I have a love-affair, so nearly human
we even have quarrels. –
When I intrude too confidently
it rebuffs me with a wind like a hand
or puts in my way
a quaking bog or loch
where no loch should be. Or I turn stonily
away, refusing to notice
the rouged rocks, the mascara
under a dripping ledge, even
the tossed, the stony limbs waiting.
How I love these words and how they describe these mountains.
I am amazed how few folk know this poem.
It is full of many meanings to me not just the beauty of the area but the ownership of a land.
Is it right that you can own such a place? We are so lucky to have the right of responsible access in Scotland. Let’s never lose it.
Is this land not to be looked after for the future generations to appreciate?
So many questions so few answers?
Pete and Ally have just had a great week at Elphin. They had good weather and have climbed walked and enjoyed this incredible place. Ally loves it they had a magical cottage with views of Suilven from the windows.
They are lucky they live in Cornwall another wonderful place but can be so busy. It is great that people still appreciate the wildness of Assynt and how important it is to us all. I love to live up here all these things I never take for granted.
Every time I visit I learn new things.
Yet I live in a wonderful place by the coast I never take for granted my local cliffs and the sea. The colour of the rocks, the views and the overall beauty of my village. I had a walk to Hopeman by the Coastal path and down to Cummingston my local cliffs the caves and the beaches. It was so Bonnie and peaceful.