Thursday, December 19, 2019
Crossbills were heard calling and singing, and at least three were seen in the distance on Ullapool Hill.
This adult appears to be singing. They were feeding in spruce, which are loaded with cones.
I scrambled up onto a grassy knoll and looked around - first down at Ullapool in its serene setting of sea loch and hills. Sail Mhor is to the left and Beinn Ghobhlach to the right. The former hill we've climbed since we came to live here, the latter was walked up (or struggled up) way back in 2006.
To the north is Beinn Mor Coigach, scene of three separate hill-walks in the past.
To the south is the rough knobbly Beinn Eilideach - which gave a wild and airy walk two years ago - and beyond, a glimpse of the Beinn Dearg group which has provided several good outings.
Can I really leave this wonderful place? Is it just that I can't stand the cold any more? Anyway, Greger is now adamant that we're going, so it's out of my hands. Meanwhile the crossbills were great, and I'll try and go back tomorrow for another look.
// posted by Christine @ 9:38 AM 
