|Bertie on Stac Pollaidh|
|Stac Pollaidh from Achnahaird beach|
Yes indeed, after a chilly Saturday night at the cottage (the ancient wood burning stove has been decommissioned and the new and hopefully much more efficient one not yet installed) we headed north along the breathtaking coastline for a wee November mini-break, staying two nights at Gail's favourite hotel, The Ceilidh Place in Ullapool.
Oh I could go on and on about what a smashing and dog-friendly hotel this is, but today, as the title suggests, I want instead to tell you something about my predecessor Hamish the Westie. Something I only learned when Gail and I climbed a renowned Assynt landmark, Stac Pollaidh, on Monday morning. Information that had hitherto been suppressed.
|Red arrow points to Stac Pollaidh|
Fellow pups, have you ever struggled to live up to your human's memories of an earlier pet?
|Path up Stac Pollaidh|
|Near the summit - Gail in camouflage|
Yes you read that right. Hamish the world famous mountaineering Westie had to be carried down from the summit of Stac Pollaidh. And from many other summits apparently. He was only ever any good at going uphill. He would just get to the top, sit down and refuse to budge, in his stubborn Westie way.
Oh you have no idea how much better I feel, having learned this.
Not that I'm competitive or anything….
|View north towards Suilven (worth biggifying!)|