I'm not quite sure what Wee Binnian is - although I don't expect I'll have to wait long to find out. Maybe a Marylin or a Manson or a Pike with a Triple Half Tuck.
Still, labels off, it is a wee hill. That's what Scotsmen call mountains. Such a self effacing race.
It comes to you courtesy of Moolieve, out of the Silent Valley and is kind of like a stone in your shoe, picked up enroute to Slieve Binnian. Moolieve - conflation of Mool and Slieve, anglicised from the Irish Meaul and Sliabh. Hill bald hill. Trust me. Sometimes confused with Mournelive but nothing quite as grand.
You can sidle past it on that mission or you can clamber on to its tiny frame where a smart man proceeds via its small and awkward gully - and if not enobled, will at least be improved.
It presents a tough final pull on to the little ben - seems to be tighter than from the standard Carricklittle attack - and empties you on the foot of the summit tor, a locus hillwalking clubs call "where we'll have lunch" - so the bedrock is a blend of G1 granite, Old Spice and pulverised energy bars.
"You should try these Doris. They're wonderful."
No they're not and they taste sh1t.
Wee Binnian. Not much else to commend it other that it was the inspiration for the biggest walking club in .... somewhere or other - which can be no bad thing.
"You should try these Doris" etc etc ....
The gully scramble is not extreme but will kill a fool.
Wee Binnian. From the Scots and the Irish. Wee little ben - Ah the lovely! Linkback: https://mountainviews.ie/summit/583/comment/19778/