Jaw-dropping Justadtinden



 Jack was very sadly still not feeling up to a walk, and so spent his third day in the hotel room. Joff and I were back on the bus for an hour or so, heading south west to the area of Stamsund, to climb Justadtinden. At 700m it’s the highest this week by a good way, and like those on the west coast of Scotland, you do the whole height from sea level.

It was another scorcher, up at 29 degrees by the time we got back down. However, we had the breeze with us for a good part of it, so it wasn’t too bad.

The climb was initially fairly steady through wild upland areas studded with lakes and boggy bits, though these were comfortably traversed by duckboards. At one point we were brought to a standstill by a regular, high pitched peeping noise, and everyone checked their phones until we realised the sound was coming from off to the side. A couple of people have the Merlin app, and identified that it was a golden plover. This is interesting, apparently.





The last hour or so to the top was pretty steep and rocky, but boy was it worth it. The most amazing views all around, and everywhere just bathed in sunshine. Due to the demands of being in an organised setting, we didn’t have as long at the top as we would have liked, but to cap it all, as we sat eating our lunch goggling the view, two sea eagles swept around below us, catching the updrafts. Magical.




This was the first walk which brought us back via the same route, so we had plenty of time to take in the scenery on our way down. We arrived hot, dusty, somewhat dishevelled, and delighted to find the air conditioned coach waiting for us.

An epic day.

Em x


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