Blaebhal rises
behind the house to the south, the summit within three kilometres of the back
door and around about an hour to get there. It might not be the biggest on the island, but
it's close proximity to the sea coupled with the fact it stands alone, makes it
is the perfect spot for breathtaking views of mountains, islands and sea.
A stroll from
the house at Borve onto Blaebhal provides a fascinating selection of sights
and splashes of colour. A rock band
with clinging purple ling makes a lovely foreground for Lochan Lochtabhat
snuggling under the northern flank of Bleabhal.
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For those with an historic bent there is what remains of the stone age fort, Dun Buirgh, very accessible and no more than four hundred metres directly behind àilean. Buirgh is from the Scandinavian word for 'fort' and Dun is gaelic for fort too but I suppose the name Buirgh became associated with the location over time. Just a few metres beyond the top of the fort, directly east, is a prominent rock displaying neolithic or bronze age cup marks. You can see some of them holding water in this picture.
The route I
generally use takes me past the north east end of Loch Lochtabhat. Then it is steadily uphill and in no time
one is at the saddle between the twin tops.
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The panorama takes
your breath away, well what is left of it after the last pull to the summit.
The north horizon filled by the North Harris hills. Taransay, the golden beaches of Losgaintir,
then over Sgarasta Mhor, beyond the best wee golf course in the world to
Ceapabhal and the Atlantic. Swing round
and the whole of the Uists lie before you and round again to Skye and the
mainland.
You might be
lucky and see a Golden eagle or a Sea eagle. On one trip up the hill with Scott, we had two
of the dogs with us, Border Terriers. Whilst
descended from the summit into Coire Bhleabhal, just below the smaller summit,
Meabhal, the dogs were running ahead of us doing what terriers do. We were taking in the view and anticipating
lunch. We were not alone in anticipating
lunch. Suddenly we became aware of a
pair of golden eagles circling low over the dogs, no more than two hundred feet
above us. Instantly we realized the
danger and quickly whistled the dogs in. The eagles circled for a couple of minutes
then slowly and gracefully swung away east along the northern flank of the
hill, to seek out a another meal one supposes.
Then home for
Stornoway black pudding and fresh eggs, home cooked, honestly. We will catch up with the Butty Bus another
day.
Ian McNeish
blogger, photographer,
cyclist, walker and nature lover
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