Skip to main content

Cullen Caves

Just before the crux throw on Flower Power, Font 6c+, Cullen


The forecast was for blizzards and I was sipping tea in Inverurie and wondering if I'd get a weather window to get back to some projects in Moray... thankfully a lull before the storm was forecast, with a worryingly warm 13 degrees tipping the scale out of the boulderer's comfort zone... still, it would be dry on the Moray coast I figured, before the icy squalls from the counter spinning vortices of a NE low pressure and a SW high pressure put paid to any comfort... I made my excuses, zipped up through Huntly and Keith and found myself in the dark quartzite ears of the Cullen caves.

There is remarkably good bouldering here, but it's steep and only for troglodytes who like to work their biceps... the first cave was still damp and needing to dry a little (it's a good summer venue when the quartzite dries out) so I headed round to Jenny's Well and St Stephen's cave... here a delightfully steep orange wall holds about half a dozen quality boulder problems from 6a through to 8a projects. The air was balmy and the quartzite was feeling a little damp... it was still holding moisture in its depths and warm fingers darkened the chalk with drawn-out moisture, and plenty of chalk and toothbrush diligence failed to prevent a few spectacular wipe-outs from sudden loss of friction - I was snapping out of full body-tensioned heel-hooks like a pinged playing card. It made me glad I'd brought three mats... they're also good for resting on and watching the eider ducks ride the waves like corks - this is a place where you can power out very quickly so it's important to know how to relax and chill out... this atmosphere is added to by the unusual graffiti of flowers and celtic symbols and all sorts of hippyness that pleases those susceptible to such leanings.

By the end of the afternoon I'd worked, 'settled' and added a few more problems & was pleased by the quality of the lines, having expected large chunks of quartzite to snap off, or at worst ruin the diligent artwork! The back of the cave is worryingly loose, creaking and green, but the front orange wall is fairly solid and has jump-off jugs before things get too high. There are plenty of quality problems left to do here at Cullen, but so far the highlights are the curiously decorated Rose traverse (a good Font 7b), which itself finishes up the 3 star straight-up arete of Flower Power (6c+)... also the frustrating 7a dyno of The Thorn... full details in the Stone Country Companion end of the year - if we can get a bit more traffic here there should be enough for the dedicated boulderer. Maybe someone stronger than me can crank out 'The Rose & the Thorn' together... very, very powerful and one of the quality lines in the north east. Get pressing those weights!

Popular posts from this blog

The Metadata of Being Human

Shamanistic zoomorphs, lithic graffiti, hallucinogenic tableaux, territory markings, knife-sharpeners … rock art – l'art rupestre – is so far beyond our traditional 'linguistic' history, it does not have an interpretative alphabet or a single line of confirmed meaning. There are many interpretations of the 'gravures' (carvings) and 'abris ornés' (decorated caves) in the hidden bivouacs throughout the forest of Fontainebleau. The sandstone marks easily under the nib of a hard flint from the deeper calcareous geology and this soft stone canvas has allowed our European ancestors to carve the stylised and modernistic strokes we might note as remarkable in a Picasso painting. Most of the carvings involve complex hash-marks and grids, overlaying each other, occasionally with mandala-like boxes. Sometimes there have been carved astonishingly beautiful anthropomorphs, (stylised human-like figures), or zoomorphs, (deities or humans manifesting in animal form) or argu...

Ben Lomond - a Gaelic palette

Loch Lomond, Wednesday 28th December 2016 Mist, water and silvery light: a very Gaelic palette in midwinter between the storms, which these days all have names - we've been through Barbara's tantrums and Conor's backlash, but today was one of those steamed-up car sort of days. Warmish air from the southwest is rolling about Loch Lomond and gathering a chill as it picks up speed towards the snow-patched summit, so I take the clockwise 'wind with my back' option, steeply up the Ptarmigan ridge from Rowardennan, hearing a chuckle in the mist which is either a red grouse or the eponymous bird. Each landmark on the map is a clue to the Gaelic landscape - Tom Fhithich I think may be the raven's beak-nosed boulder or crag half up towards the knoll of Ptarmigan, which just breaks the mist, and assumes the role of target summit for the meantime as the main peak is in cloud. The small hidden tarns are full of slushy grey ice and the 'yellow bealach' is a...

Cobbled Together

The south peak ('Jean') on The Cobbler, 12th December 2015 Here's an interesting round-song of place-names for Arrochar, in cartullaries and statistical and printed records since 1395: Arrochar/Arochar/Arrochquhair/Arrochquhare/Arroquhar/Arachar/An Tairbeart Iar/An t-Àra ... I was walking uphill wondering what sticks, what's in a name, why do they change, does the landscape care, who are the caretakers of a place-name? We might just be flecks of mica flashing briefly on a sun-struck pebble in the streams, but names are important to us in our brief mappings of our landscapes. Our human territories are marked by names, sign-postings, marker boulders, paths and cairns, amongst other structures, both textual and physical. 'The Cobbler' mountain - Arrochar's finest and most distinctive peak - is a curious example of the fluidity of naming the landscape; of confusion, habit, fashion, politics, class, and misinformation. The confusion starts even w...