On the summit of Cronamuck looking towards Gaugin Mountain.
The final part of my walk through the Bluestacks which took in Lough Belshade, Croaghbarnes, Meenanea and Cronamuck. By the end of Part 3 I’d reached the top of Meenanea, and only had Cronamuck left. It was a short walk between these final two mountains, with very little descent and ascent on the way, which by this stage I was glad of, having had a long walk already. I was able to stroll across enjoying the rocky terrain and the wider views around the Bluestacks and beyond.
Croaghbarnes, which constantly drew my attention throughout the walk.
Arriving at the top of Cronamuck, I spent half an hour or so wandering round the summit, and beyond it a little to the north and east.
Flatter ground to the east of the Bluestack range from the top of Cronamuck.
The Owendoo River winding through the valley below.
The Owendoo River valley, with Cronloughan lough at the top right.
Time to start back on the long walk almost to the shore of Lough Eske to the southwest. I decided to avoid climbing up over Croaghbarnes again by taking the valley on its southern side, eventually meeting the Corraber River again, and following it back to the car. This avoided more ascent and descent for tired legs, but the going was far from easy. There were numerous little hillocks to go over, and the tussocky grass and heather did not make for easy walking.
Storm clouds coming in over Croaghbarnes.
The Corraber River leading me back to the starting point.
Lough Eske coming back into view.
Back on the rough track I had taken at the start of the walk – not far to go now. I have to admit I was very tired at this point and would be glad to get back to the car.
Looking back, I could see the cleft cut into the hills by the Corabber River, and to the left, the line of the track taken at the start and end of the journey.
The golden evening light on Lough Eske below took my mind off my tired and sore knees.
Back at the car, I was fairly exhausted now by the difficult terrain, but took time for a last look around and a few more shots in the evening light.
It had been a brilliant walk through the middle of the Bluestack range, calling at the picturesque Lough Belshade, over wild, remote terrain, and taking in three summits. Throw in my first sighting of newts in the wild, and I was a very happy, if tired, man.