36 hours after getting back from Tanzania I was off on my own adventure with eight friends to the Barra Isles. In this time I managed to unpack, do three loads of washing, go to the climbing wall (twice), clean the house and repack my camping gear plus an excess of ropes hoping that I hadnt forgotten anything. Its never ideal to start a climbing trip having not climbed for the month previously so I hoped that my two indoor sessions made up for the month in Tanzania where I mainly drank lots of coffee and ate too much. The isles of Pabbay and Mingulay are one of the UK’s trad climbing paradises and somewhere I have wanted to visit for a very long time. While they were inhabited for a long time by a surprisingly large amount of people neither island has had permanent inhabitants since 1911. What is left is some beautiful Lewisian Gneiss cliffs on the west coasts constantly battered by the atlantic swells while the east coasts have sheltered bays of perfect sand. A climbing trip to these islands involves a bit of organisation (cheers Malcy!) as getting a group of climbers to agree to dates and then actually turn up in Oban for a five hour ferry journey followed by another hour on a fishing boat is no easy feat. Added to this the mixed weather the islands receive for much of the year make this a tough choice when a trip to spain costs almost the same.
Skipper Francis and the “Boy James” taking us straight to Pabbay in the evening sun.
Some of the locals coming to stay hello
Getting dropped off with our mountain of kit.
Camp on the first evening. As soon as the tents were up it was off to the other side of the island to squeeze a quick route in before dark.
Second day – Rich and Brian on the Poop Deck one of the brilliant single pitch crags tucked into the West coast.
The Main event. You can just see Duncan in green on the pillar to the left of the great arch on the classic 4 pitch route “The Priest”
Tim fiddling in some gear on the initial moves of “As sound as Mr JA” at Hoofers Geo
While “only” a single pitch crag, “Hoofers Geo” certainly packs a punch. Brian on the ultra classic route “Sugar Cane Country”
Theres always a risk with a late summer trip to the Hebrides! Tims lightweight alpine tent not standing up the challege of some force 7 gusts while Als cheap car camping tent sits proud. We were offered an early pickup by Francis but ended up staying (long story) to weather the storm.
Drying out after the storm. The psych wasnt too high the morning after as none of us had had much sleep and a few of the tents had taken a bit of a hammering.
Tim on yet another steep classic. I think this might be “Endolpin Rush”. Im still not sure why we did a wet E3 as a warm up to a bunch of E2’s but it definitely made sense at the time.
Looking down the initial slab of “The Priest” to Tim far below. Tim and I were keen to get as many of the three and four star classics done as possible. This involved some pretty exciting days with quite a few pitches of quite damp rock!
Another storm cloud rolling in from the South West. The island on the left is Mingulay
Pippa cutting loose on Hyper Ballad on the last day. Climbing can be quite a lonely sport at times but the sociable scene with multiple teams was a real highlight of the trip for me.
Getting picked up a day late. Due to the storm we ended up being picked up a day late which was a bit stressful as we had no phone reception.
Speeding back to Barra on the Saturday. I was really struck on this trip by how many places in Scotland I still have to explore. I’ll definitely be back in the Barra isles for another climbing trip soon but hopefully Mingulay next year!
Only a day late for our pub dinner but boy it tasted good.
Castlebay Church lit up at night with an eerie moon.
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