Torridon Meet

A few photos of the damp Torridon meet a few weeks ago. From the Saturday we have a round of Beinn Alligin by most of the meet, and a trip to the south of the glen by Ann & John. On Sunday a few folks headed up into the corrie of Beinn Eighe in search of the Triple Buttress.

The venue, Mol Mor

Up Alligin

Across to the Horns

Towards Maol Ceann Dearg

Up Sgurr Ruadh

Getting wetter on the way up Bienn Liath Mor

The sun finally broke through later on and the cloud almost cleared Liathach

 SUNDAY

Sunday dawned dry but...

No Triple Buttress, just a wet quartet

Sunshine Supernova

At last, after months of endurance-testing slogs in the cold and rain, last Sunday was a warm(ish) sunny day when it was actually pleasant to sit out on the tops and take in the views. A few snaps of an outing from Ivercauld, up the Stuic Buttress, over Lochnagar and down by Prince Albert's Cairn ( and a very near miss with an adder).

Stuic Buttress from the approach

The steep bit

Topping out, Lochnagar behind

Looking back from Lochnagar

Fine panorama over the Dee to Beinn a Bhuird & Ben Avon

Remote Bagging

Last weekend Ann & John decided to make use of a reasonable forecast to delve deep into the area west of Linn of Dee on an overnight camping trip. Deciding an early start on Saturday would do, we duly woke to pouring rain instead of blue skies. So after a less tan early start we got up to Braemar where it was even wetter. Luckily the toy shop now has an excellent cafe which proved a perfect spot for some last-minute stalling.

With time running out and overheard reports of sun 30 minutes south, we geared up and did the cycle into White Bridge and were rewarded by the rain stopping. The original plan had been to cross the Geldie Burn but two days of rain had left it quite high and it was enough watching a foreign backpacker tackling it. Fed up with sodden boots on just about every walk this summer we decided to head up to Geldie Lodge to see if it was crossable there. It wasn’t, if anything it was worse. 

 

Towards Beinn Bhrotain from near Geldie Lodge

This brought on a change of plan. Instead of the grand circuit we had in mind we decided to press on over the watershed to the Feshie and follow it upstream. A short steep pull up an attractive little corrie got us to the northern slope of Beinn Bhreac, possibly the most remote Corbett, and a fine camping spot at 750 m.

Along the Feshie

Impressive peat-topped moraine

Tent up just before sunset

A chilly night meant we were too buried in our sleeping bags to hear the early alarms so didn’t wake until the sun turned the tent into a welcome oven. After a quick breakfast we did the dash up Beinn Bhreac with minimal gear as we lost the sun to a cloud sheet. Yet another forecast for a good day that that was turning out wrong. A fine summit though, and we contemplated that we were probably some of the most isolated folks in the country at the time.

 

Heading up Beinn Bhreac, Cairngorms behind

Summit of Beinn Bhreac

Chair-like cairn on An Sgargsoch

Heading back north we collected the tent for the ascent of Carn Ealar, Normally considered pretty remote itself, crossing it on the way home felt a bit odd. Then came the big drop and 300 m back up to An Sgargsoch, another prized remote bagging target. The choice of descent routes was tricky; out north to the Geldie and hope it had dropped or east along the Bynack Burn and a certain soaking lower down the Geldie but not far from the bikes. In the end we went for the middle route – a traverse of the undulating ridge between to two other options. This proved generally easier going than we had feared and soon got us to our river crossing. What an anti-climax. It had dropped 20-30 cm and we got across dry. A fine end to a pleasant little trip and great to be in the tent again.

Knoydart Meet

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Team AMC on the pier in Inverie

Mat demonstrates his mountaineering carrier bag during the moist cross-country section of the walk-in

Druim bothy, home for the weekend. It's a private bothy run by the estate for groups.

On Saturday the largest party traversed Ladhar Bheinn to get to the pub...

Weather closing in at Mam Barrisdale

Just before we hit the cloud

Summit ridge

Getting into Inverie after it had got proper wet

Pub tea, Old Forge style

Sunday's hill was Beinn Bhuidhe, just above the bothy. Much better weather and would have stayed dry if I hadn't fallen in the burn on the way up. Not having the Monday off, Mat, Joe, Amy and Olly headed out to the ferry.

After Jess' first Munro on Saturday, here she is on her first Corbett

Inverie bay

Sgurr na Ciche making a brief appearance

Monday was back to low cloud and wet, so those of us left headed out to the ferry, except Bruce, who walked back out the way he came in - to Loch Arkaig.

Back to Back Last Munros

The Whit holiday weekend brought not one but two last Munros for the AMC.

On Saturday Steve Wright finished on Sgurr a Bhealaich Dheirg, the middle of the “Three Brothers” in Kintail. The day started bright but the weather was on its way and Steve had to almost run the final few metres to beat the cloud to the summit. After a short celebration, which included the unique experience of Laphroaig-flavoured Prosecco, we headed over the most easterly Brother before descending to the Cluaine Inn for a well-earned pint.

Final summit in sight

Race to the top

Tankard Time

The team

Down to the pub

 For some of us it was then a dash up to Kinlochewe for a pub rendezvous with Phil Hadland, an AMC member from way back in the last millennium. It was a bit like being at a wedding, with a handful of folks you know well but haven't seen for a while, and lots of people you've never met before. That was rectified a few pints later and we got an early night in preparation for Phil's 8am start.

Despite a foul forecast it wasn't too bad – windy enough but pretty much dry all the way to the top, where we were greeted by a snow shower. Much merriment ensued and most were slightly wobbly as we left the summit, which explains why we went the wrong way for a while. Error corrected we made a fast descent to get ready for the meal and ceilidh that Phil had very generously laid on for us in the village. Another fine night was had, although the quality of the dancing was a bit iffy...

The Man

Into the corrie

Final steep slog

Almost there

Nearly falling over the cairn

Another day, another tankard

Chuffed

Foody time at the Whistlestop

Dodgy dancing