MARHOFN 171.09

Hall of Shame

Hall of Shame: Big Boring Bogs

Muirneag (24A, LR8)

Alan Dawson: It was 6pm by the time I got to the embarkation point at NB532486. With mist down to the road and intermittent rain, it took immense willpower to get going, but I had nowhere to stay and nothing else to do. The first 500 metres along the track-cum-pier were fine, but after that it was a grim wade, with an odd glimpse of distant land ahoy as Muirneag loomed out of the mist and loomed back in again, never seeming to get any nearer. When land was finally reached the going was even worse, and the muddy mess at the summit was a fittingly filthy anti-climax, though I did find two full cans of coke amongst the piles of rubbish. When I landed back at the car several days later (3½ hours in all but it felt like a week), I was confident that I had the worst Marilyn behind me. North Lewis was redeemed by Beinn Bhragair later that night.

Beinn Mholach (24A, LR8)

Alan Dawson: The relentless and tedious lumpiness made me long for the wet flatness of the approach to Muirneag.

Jon Metcalf: Arid solidity compared with reports, while still being rubbish north Lewis going. Mercifully unlike tortuous torture by Muirneag though.