Hope springs eternal

Yesterday’s adventure took us up the stunning Ben Hope, seen here rising majestically across the serene Loch Hope. Our ascent was clear until the final 40 metres when we climbed into a thick duvet of cloud. This stifled any views but added a sense of drama to our climb. Despite the mist, the persistent song of a cuckoo could be heard, undampened by the weather.

The name Ben Hope hold a layer of history. In English, it evokes a sense of aspiration, yet its origins are deeply rooted in Viking heritage, meaning “the hill of the bay.” I am fascinated by this blend of cultures. I imagine those Viking sailors using the hill as a navigational aid. It adds a fascinating dimension to an already enchanting landscape.