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Making the most of the sun

Thursday, May 12th, 2016

Ladhar BheinnWith warm summer's weather forecast for the weekend, Carmen and I took the opportunity of a quick trip to Knoydart to finish off one of our last remaining Munros, Ladhar Bheinn (which as you'd expect is pronounced "Lar-venn"). After a short 7.5 hour drive on Friday evening we camped at Kinloch-hourn.

TribblesAn early rise on Saturday morning to beat possible late-afternoon rain saw us walking by 7.30. Cloudy and cool but dry, it took us a little under 3 hours (with a brief pause to photograph some tribbles) to cover the 7 miles or so to the bothy at Barrisdale. We pitched our tent outside the bothy. No time to delay so we set off for Ladhar Bheinn.

Stob a' ChearcaillFar from burning off as expected, the early cloud seemed to be thickening, and it wasn't long before the rain started. The cloud base was high though, well above the summits, so we had good views despite the rain. A short but steep and vegetated scramble up Stob a' Chearcaill was made more exciting by the damp. Then a traverse over a couple of small tops and another steep climb led to the short summit ridge.

Ladhar BheinnThe rain stopped at last, and as we walked out and back to first the high point and then the trig point 300m beyond, the sun even made a weak appearance. The trig point appeared candle-like with the recent addition of a large rock. I expect someone got a large Arts Council grant for it.

Ladhar Bheinn trig pointWe descended over the Top of Stob a' Choire Odhair and into the fine corrie of Coire Dhorrcail before picking up an old stalkers' path back to the bothy. Another 7 hours or so making a 10 hour day, 16 miles and 2200m ascent, rather more than expected from a glance at the map!

The promised rain held off long enough for us to eat in the dry, but it then set in for much of the night, so thoughts of an evening stroll by the sea were quickly abandoned.

Sunday's weather forecast was for a little low cloud first thing, swiftly lifting to give a warm or even hot, sunny day. So we were disappointed (though not surprised) when we emerged from the tent to find the cloud even lower that Saturday, the temperatures the same, but with the addition of a strong wind.

Glen BarrisdaleOur plan had been to walk out up Glen Barrisdale then via a grade 3 scramble up An Caisteal, a traverse of Graham Meall nan Eun and Corbett Sgurr nan Eugallt before descending to the glen just a mile or so from the car. But the wind was strong enough to make walking a fight at times, so with a lot of the rock still damp after the night's rain we quickly abandoned the idea of a scramble, missed out the Graham, and instead slogged up the steep hillside to the low col SW of the Corbett.

Still cloudy and windy with no sign of the sun, we were at least dry, and again the cloud base had lifted high enough to clear the tops – though a thick haze prevented much in the way of views.

Stalkers pathA false summit (Sgurr Sgiath Airigh) with a fine cairn was followed by the real summit with a tiny cairn, and then a few hundred metres away by a 3rd top where the trig point was found (did they always put the trig somewhere other than the high point round here?). Well worth having the Harvey map for this hill, as the OS maps still show the trig point as being the highest. A descent of the NE ridge led to a very old stalkers' path, becoming boggy and hard to follow in places after years of neglect but a delightful route nevertheless. Even better, the sun finally deigned to make an appearance, and by the time we reached the car at about 2pm the temperatures had soared to a massive 15C.

So where was the heatwave we were promised? We met it at Fort William, just 20 miles to the south, where the temperature was 25C!

Despite the disappointing weather we had a great weekend, it's hard to go wrong in Knoydart! Just a shame about the long drive.

6 Munroes to go and still on course for completion later this month…

Some more photos here

 

Knoydart – where men are men and mice are hungry

Tuesday, April 14th, 2009

After some major organisation work by Tom, eleven of us headed up to Knoydart for Easter. The peninsula calls itself 'britains last wilderness' and it is certainly wild, remote and beautiful.

Knoydart is cut off from the rest of scotland by sea on three sides and mountains on the other. There are seven miles of unmetalled road on knoydart, but these are totally disconnected from the rest of the british road system. So there are only two ways to get there – a 16 hour trek over the hills, or by boat. We took the boat, and from there it was an hour's walk in to the Druim Bothy – just as well Tom had arranged for the food and drink to be shipped in most of the way by land rover. The bothy itself was warm but basic. We couldn't get the hurricane lights going so reverted to candlelight, and with no hot running water it was a skinny dip in the icy stream for us. But the landscape and hills made up for it. The scale of the hills rising up from near sea level made the Lake District hills look puny, and the hills rose up in every direction with barely a sign of human life. On Saturday me, Pete, Karen and Annie did a traverse of Luinne Bheinn and
Meall Buidhe.

We were lashed by hail on the summit of Meall Buidhe (boo) then almost stumbled over ptarmigans on Luinne Bheinn (cheers). Then the weather changed overnight, we awoke to a glorious spring day and me Annie Pete (Evans The Fall) Debra and Simon headed up Ladhar Bheinn, a really enjoyable 12km walk starting up a ridge then working our way up a series of rugged ups and downs with some interesting scrambly bits on the final ascent.

The weather by this time was like a summer day, with views stretching from the Ben over in the east to Skye, Rhum, Eigg and Muck to the west. We looked over to the snowy slopes of the Ben and wondered how the CIC hut contingent were doing

We finished off with a couple of pints by the sea in Inverie, then back to the bothy and a quick shudder in the Icy Stream. The by now totally knackered Ladhar Bheinn party then wussed out of the ceilidh due to sore feet so we left Gordon, Fliss, Cathy and Tom to represent us there, they did us proud, managing to walk almost twice the distance back as on the way out due to the amount of drunken zig zagging all over the path. A fantastic weekend, and another three Munros bagged for me – not that I'm ticking!

Oh, can't finish without a shout out to the mice, who scuttled round the sleeping platform and nicked every piece of food that wasnt safely hanging from the ceiling in placcy bags. 10/10 for mousy energy, however I was disappointed they failed to stich up the rip in the arse of my trousers. Warning everyone – the helpful sewing mice in Sleeping Beauty are a fib!

rest of my pics here