Ben Fhadah is somewhat shorter than Ben More at about 2300ft and from it you can see North towards the other Herbridean islands but the view to the South is blocked by the bulk of A'Chioch and Ben More. From Ben Fhadah the distant island of Skye was clearly visible some 100 miles to the North.
From there we descended down a scree slope into the saddle between Ben Fhadah and A'Chioch before ascending that mountain. On the saddle we were joined by a number of serious walkers obviously out 'munro bagging' who had come up the Ben Faddah glen to summit Ben More. 'Munro bagging' is a rather extreme form of hill walking popular in Scotland. A Munro is a mountain over 3000 feet high which is easily accessible on foot, there are more than 270 of these in Scotland. Some poor fools feel compelled to climb all of these mountains with varying degrees of lunacy. If you are particularly addicted to pain there are records to be broken here : the most Munro's climbed in a day 28; the shortest time to climb all Munro's 51 days; the youngest ascendant, 7 years old. I was content with one modest one.
The view from A'Chioch was even better than that of Ben Fadhah since there was nothing blocking the view to the South. The air was exceptionally clear and now you could see not only Skye to the north but also the islands to the south, and a snow capped mountain in the far distance that my walking partner claimed was Ben Nevis.
From A'Chioch we descended again, this time West onto the ridge between A'Chioch and Ben More. The ridge between the two is a strenuous, uphill clamber with a fairly sheer face of scree on the right and an equally plunging face on the left. The wind now was more insistent and the first whisps of cloud were beginning to whip over the top of Ben More ahead of us.
We paused just shy of the top for a snack and waited for fifteen minutes hoping for the clouds to clear. They showed no such inclination and we ascended the last thirty feet into the clouds and onto the top of Ben More.
After a brief but chilly self congratulatory session we started to head down the South flank of the Ben back to our waiting car. Luckily my partner realised that he did not recognise any of the landscape we were traversing and we stopped to check the map. With the aid of a compass we discovered we had been about to descend the North ridge of the mountain. In the mist we had made a classic mistake and had managed to turn around 180 degrees and would have cheerfully descended several hundred feet in the wrong direction before discovering our error.
The descent was a long downhill slug was on scree and grass and we were extremely weary by the time we crawled our way up the road and into the car.
The next morning we did a gentle circuit of the island in the car. One highlight of which was a visit to Governor Macquarie's mausoleum which is maintained on Mull by the Scottish Trust for the Australian Heritage Trust. This is doubly strange because not only is it a hell of a long way from Australia but it is also not where Macquarie was born, lived or died.
Further on we included a visit to the renowned and picturesque village of Tobermorry for lunch in one of the brightly coloured houses. A walk around the forest path which skirts the Tobermorry harbour was undertaken to settle lunch. Afterwards, while procuring ice creams in a local shop we discovered, in one of those bizarre travelling coincidences, a postcard of the Endeavour replica anchored in Tobermorry bay. It apparently toured Britain after its re-creation of Cook's voyage and visited Tobermorry in its tour.
This about concluded my visit to Mull and it was time to return Craignure where they squeezed my car aboard the ferry and headed back to the mainland. The drive back to Glasgow was a little slower due to traffic and I booked into a hotel in the airport so that I could return the car and board my flight home this morning.
I arrived back in London at about 7.30am just in time for my Monday morning meetings. A bit better than the average weekend away.