It's hard to avoid a sense of loss on Seltannasaggart. There are still signs of the old hill lurking amidst the post industrial, and actively commercial, landscape. Underfoot, the typical squelchy bog summit of a 400 metre flat top is authentic enough. And to the east lies Lough Allen, Como-like in the low hard Christmas sunshine, with Anierin and sisters providing a beautiful backdrop. So the remnants of mining, and the layered whirrings of the great windmills, awesome creatures in their own way, do not completely obscure the mountain platform. No. It is the roads to the very summit that deliver the coup de grace. How can you respect a mountain whose summit can be driven to?
I wouldn't have gone near the place were it not for the call of the County Top of Roscommon. But while fiddling with my GPS I noticed that the Miners' Track seemed to point in the right direction and offered some kind of a coherent walk with the descent providing views of the great lake below.
Park car at G 91972 19144. Head northwest along the Miners' Track. I branched off for the County Top, crossed a few fences, and hoped that my GPS reading was correct as there was nothing to indicate that one had arrived. You can see from the Track map that I really ought to have continued further North West and taken a left turn along a branch of the Miners' Track towards to the Top. That would have avoided some unnecessary bog holes and rusty barbed wire fences.
From the County Top to Seltannasaggart is an obvious progression, and then comes the high point of the day as you walk over excavated heaps on the way back to the Miners Track. In the glorious Christmas Eve sunshine, Lough Allen seemed almost mediterranean. I began to imagine how long the hill had been there, and the possibility that some day windmills would become redundant, and nature would reassert its dominance. If that happens, and the roads become overgrown, this little mountain may once again be a thing of natural beauty.