Monday, September 30, 2013

Forth Rail Bridge 1


Duchess at Speed















Running up Strathearn a week or so ago (its been a busy fortnight or so - no time for blogging!)

Sunday, September 08, 2013

The Duchess of Sutherland






































A thunderous departure by The Duchess of Sutherland from Perth. Snorting like an angry bull, accompanied by a volcano of belching smoke, it was quite a sight. And sound. And smell.

Friday, September 06, 2013

Beinn Chabhair

Beinn Chabhair is a Munro which lies on the East side of Glen Falloch, better known to motorists as the A82, north of Loch Lomond. As it is the most westerly of the Crianlarich Hills it has fine views across vast distances, North, West and South. Beinglas Farm seems to be less of a farm than a campsite, bar, restaurant and very busy stop on The West Highland Way. The farm is also a handy place to park in order to gain access to the steep path which ascends South-Eastwards alongside the Bein Glas Burn, and past the delightful Bein Glas Falls. The car park at the campsite might be emblazoned with "patrons only" notices, but hillwalkers are welcome to use it upon payment of £1 at the bar. Having paid and displayed, we found our way around the back of the campsite's wooden 'wigwam' huts, and over a dangerously dilapidated stile and onto the steely rising path. There is no time for the leg-muscles and joints to warm up before climbing, as the stiff ascent begins immediately, and well over 300m are gained in the first km.  In places it's a good track, sometimes it disappears, in places it's rocky, all of it is wet, and much of it very boggy!  

The adjacent burn is the outflow of a delightful Lochan Beinn Chabhair, which sits below its' namesake mountain at around 500m. However, the sopping wet track splits before the lochan, and we took the more Northerly branch which climbed up onto the subsidiary top of Meall nan Tarmachan. From here a very well-worn (dry!) path leads around the ridge to the Munro itself. The summit of the Munro is marked by a very underwhelming little cairn, and as we reached it in thick cloud we double-checked our position and altitude on the GPS to confirm that this was indeed the top. We are right in the middle of Scotland's deer-stalking season at the moment, and so we took the precaution of checking the "hillphones" website before heading out. Many estates who have significant mountain ranges, and who host stalking parties put their information on this site so that walkers can avoid disrupting the estate's trade or indeed risk having a stray bullet interrupt their walking... The Glen Falloch and Glen Fyne hillphone page is found here


Somewhat bizarrely, the person this estate has chosen to read out the stalking information is from the North of England, and seemed to struggle with the pronunciation of the Gaelic-derived hill names. This is not a racist point, I am after all an Englishman in the Scottish hills, whose mis-pronunciations have caused amusement to many a Scot over the years. However, if you compare the pronunciations of Beinn Chabhair found on the hillphone answerphone by dialling 01499 600137 with that you can hear courtesy of the walkhighlands website (switch your sound on and click here), you will see why it took me four plays of the hill phone line to work out which hill the lady was talking about! Nevertheless, once the information had been extracted, we stuck to the recommended route and encountered no problems, and no stalking parties. We were also grateful that what the Mountain Weather Information Service had predicted was accurate, the cloud and showers which had dampened our spirits as we made our way along the ridge soon passed.
The gloom did disperse, the showers passed, the sun shone and the visibility was exceptionally clear. Making our way back down the same route (in compliance with the stalking guidelines) we squelched our way back to the car, and a brief visit to the bar at the Beinglas Farm.

Sunday, September 01, 2013

Back to Lochnagar

I first climbed Lochnagar back in 1995 on a hot summers' day. On the way up the steep ascent from Clais Rathadan towards the col just beneath the top called Meikle Pap, I fell into conversation with a very old man. He told me he had first climbed up mighty Lochnagar with the Army at the end of WWII, as he had started his National Service. He hadn't been back since, yet the image of the great cliffs on the mountain's wild north corrie had so embedded themselves in his imagination that he had determined to see them again while he was still alive. As he slowly puffed and panted and dragged his reluctant body up the slope to the mountain, I seriously worried that he might have left his quest an hour or two too late... Lochnagar is though, a mountain which draws walkers back time and time again. There are about eighty Munros I have never climbed, which I would like to do. There are some Munro's I have climbed once, and have no intention of
ever returning to, as dreary memories of assorted rainy Geal Charn's don't leave me reaching for my boots and longing for the outdoors. Lochnagar is different however. It drew back for a whole day's walking, covering old ground, not gaining a new Munro - but I loved every minute of it! What made it even more special was that I was able to take #2 son up it for the first time; we spent the day walking with a neighbour and his son as well. Two 'forty-somethings' showing Lochnagar to their respective eleven-year-olds.

We took the tried and tested route from the Spittal of Glenshee carpark at the end of the dead-end-road from Ballater. Car Parking charges there are now an eye-watering £3- per visit, our annoyance at which was dampened when we subsequently read the pay-and-display ticket and realised that the money raised wasn't being syphoned off by a greedy council or company, but was being invested in preserving the area. It presumably needs considerable amounts of preservation work as it is exceptionally busy on a weekend, with a full car-park and colourful groups of people lining the main routes and decorating the main summits like ants on proverbial ant-hills.
From the car park we headed towards Loch Muick but turned right before the Lochside and took the track to house at Alt-na-giubhsaich where the track climbs up and through the woods, curving round between the hill named as Conachraig on the OS map, and Lochnagar itself. At various points along the way, the distant cliffs of Lochnagar can be seen, high, black and forebodeing. "Are we going all the way up there...?" a child asks.
The footpath away from this landrover track across to Lochnagar is obvious and leads to a distinct col, adjacent to Meikle Pap. This spot provides a fine view of the massive corrie which is Lochnagar's main feature, and provides a wonderful panorama of the route around its' rim to the summit which is the next challenge.
With both youngsters feeling tired and hungry, we sheltered at this point and loaded them with food and drink, and hats, gloves and coats were donned for the upper section of the mountain, as a bitterly cold wind was whipping across the tops. Suitably revived, and with restored blood-sugar levels, they ascended the steep "ladder" section of the walk without difficulty and we made our way towards the summit of Cac Carn Beag, which was blowing in and out of fog.
After another break here we explored the dramatic cliff-tops before looking for the path to take us down to Loch Muick.

The tracks around Lochnagar are incredibly well-engineered and maintained.
They have been completely upgraded since I was here last, and even on the alternative descent route, the track was drained and re-enforced. Anti-erosion measures like these are helpful in preventing thousands of boots scaring the landscape. What usually happens is that a well-trodden path wears a groove into the land, this then becomes a stream bed, which gets deeper with every rainfall event. Subsequent walkers then start walking alongside it, and the pattern is repeated, with the increasingly boggy track getting wider and wider with every year. These engineered paths prevent that process from occurring, but at some cost. I don't just mean the £3- cost of parking either, but also the merciless pounding that descending down these solid rock paths causes the feet and knees. 

The track passes the delightful waterfall called The Falls of the Glassalt,
before descending down to Glas-alt-shiel, a mountain Lodge, built by Queen Victoria and still favoured by Royals today.
From the Lodge, a private roads leads all the way back alongside the Loch to the Car-park and the end of a very fine day's walking. It was wonderful to re-visit Lochnagar, (Loch Muick is worth visiting on its own!), and the two 11 year old were exhausted but rightly proud of their achievement. For my son, this almost 13m mile walk with 1080+metres of ascent was the hardest walk he has done. I'm delighted to report that he has already started to talk about which Munro he be able to climb 'next'!