2 to 6 May – A Loch Mullardoch Circuit

A Walk on the Wild Side

Thursday

M and D leave from Manchester city centre 5.15 pm. Pick up J at Carlisle.

Stop at Black Bull, Moffatt, for a meal.

Lovely evening and fine views - reach Pitlochry 10.30. Faskally campsite.

Friday (entry by Dave)

Up at 6, away by 6.30, arrive Loch Mullardoch 9 am. Wait for Nick, who arrives at 9.55.

Set off 10.15, heading for Carn nan Gobhar (CnG) (992m). Follow the loch for a while and then head up a stream (Allt Mullardoch). M appears to have too much in sack. Nick is disturbingly un-style conscious with an 11 year old sack. Only two straps! John has a new Karrimor Condor sack that is even more complicated than Dave and Martin's.

Stop for break at top of stream. Tea all round. Cags on as v windy and drops of rain. Head off up CnG, which we get to after frequent stops. Visibility in cloud not so good. Overtrousers on for N,D and J (M's were already on - to the amusement of all as they look as complicated as J's sack).

The next target is Sgurr na Lapaich (1150m) which is supposed to be a narrow ridge. Not the way we went - steep slope and a climb through snow were enjoyed by D and M. Nick not so happy (used his axe). J definitely not happy with our route. But J is a purist. Reach summit trig point around 4pm.

See note 1

Some were feeling tired, so we decide to camp at nearby lochan. Set off on compass bearing. But instead of going down to Loch Mor we go over the other side (to the south) just a brief way to pitch. This means we won't have to ascend as much in the morning.

Tents soon up after a false start. Meals and plenty of sleep etc etc.

M was declared by N to be a 'style victim' - a reference to his cag. Dave tries to get in on the act by putting on his waistcoat and tea-cosy, but he's a poor second. (See top photo – Ed)

Saturday (entry by Nick)

This is Nick's return after a long absence - he hasn't really featured since Vol 1 of these diaries - this is Vol 19. After said 10 year absence some of Nick's gear is the subject of ridicule from his fellow walkers. His only new item is a stove, his last one having relaxed into a few unrelated rusty pieces.

The day started clear and cold - it's impossible to button a shirt with frozen fingers!

Left campsite at 8.30 having packed wet frozen tents.

Regained the col in warm sunshine.

Then a long hot climb with good views of Loch Beag and Loch Mor, to reach the An Riabhachan ridge.

M burst through from the back to reach the summit first.

Part way up the cloud came down and cags were donned fearing yesterday's weather. Fortunately it cleared in gaps along the ridge. Luckily at least as we descended at right angles…

See note 2

… to a small bump (1040m) and then down to a col where we stopped for a brew (Bealach Bholla). As we rested, two people who had set off from the car park at 5.45 am passed us. They beat us up An Socach before returning to their car. 'A good day's walk.'

We set off some time later to climb An Socach. The sun was out again and the views were excellent. Eventually reached the summit, where our two new friends with very small bags were relaxing in the sunshine. We sat and took in the awesome vistas - by now as far as the horizon in all directions. There were guesses at naming some of the Torridon tops in the distance.

Descent was initially easy, over grassy slopes above Coire Lungard, but turning down steeply towards Loch Mhoicean the going became more difficult.

See note 3

Dave raced into the distance. J asked what was Dave's secret breakfast menu? I (Nick) went more slowly, my toe joints painful as my boots didn't expand in the right places. At Loch Mhoicean we stopped to sunbathe for a while before more descent down a reasonable track towards Iron Lodge. An excellent view, part way down, of a classic glacial valley.

'Iron Lodge' appeared to have stone walls and a partially constructed felt roof - we couldn't see any old iron anywhere!

See note 4

Further down the path to Carnach, M having persuaded us to avoid Mullach na Dheiragain, we passed sheep with fluffy white lambs for M to photograph, then a large herd of red deer and a herd of Highland cattle with calves.

Crossing the Allt na Doire Garbhe by the bridge at Carnach (uninhabited but in good repair) we sat and pondered the climb ahead, managing to talk it down to 'only 850 feet'.

We could see the stalkers path climbing steeply up by the Allt Coire Easaich (it wasn't easy) and its waterfalls.

The path was good if steep until it disappeared, necessitating a vertical climb (really! - Ed) up a stony, grassy, gravelly gully. By this time I was far behind and was glad I'd managed to 'sell' my small spare gas cylinder to Dave earlier in the day. My feet were sore and my legs ached. J hung back a little to point the way and we landed up on the shore of Loch Lon Mhurchaidh at about 5 pm. It was a slightly damp and heathery site, but with good views across the loch towards A Ghlas Bheinn, Sgurr Gaorsaic and Sgurr nan Ceathreamhnan 'that most celebrated of West Highland peaks'. 'A superb and complex mountain of many ridges, peaks and corries' ... 'in a very remote and wild situation'. We'll see about that tomorrow.

Dave's stove has now completely given up, despite J's engineering skills, so D was resigned to borrowing to cook his evening repast.

The only trouble with this site is there is no stream nearby, so good planning is needed to avoid an early morning hike.

The sun's now disappeared and the wind has dropped. Good job it's too early in the year for midges!

Sunday (entry by Martin)

6.30 reveille, away by 8 am. Frost overnight, but cosy on the heathery site. Wake to a blue sky and calm Loch Lon Mhurchaidh - ducks waddling gently across, fish catching flies, reflections of Ben Attow, views to Sgurr Gaorsaic and to our target, Sgurr nan Ceathreamhan (SnC).

We continue up the stalkers path, across a stream,

and eventually the path steepens, pointing us up the NW face of SnC before petering out.

It was a long hard pull some 2500 feet up this hill, but the views from the summit, reached at about 11.30, made it all worthwhile. Met two people from Halifax on the way up.

Brew stop on the summit, facing south with the Kintail peaks nearby and others, like Nevis, clear in the distance.

Realising this was not our only peak for the day, we eventually donned our heavy loads and trudged (with some standing glissades) on. A splendid if undulating ridge, without difficulties, eventually led to An Socach (920m),

whence we descended to Bealach Coire Ghaidheil for a welcome brew near a stream a few trifling feet beyond the col. J was having a bad day. He had just fallen over at the end of a snow slope and banged his knee painfully on rock.

After recovering from his prostration he skilfully brewed up and then knocked over his tea, wetting things and burning his sore leg. Whilst he was fetching more water his stove, borrowed by D, succeeded in lighting the grass, and J's anorak came within a hair's breadth of destruction, saved only by D and M's quick thinking, which unfortunately used up the water and meant another trip for J, who found this brew stop somewhat exhausting.

We continued onwards and now saw quite a number of people on the hill - we'd only seen four people on the entire trip up to this point. A well graded path led most of the way to a cairn where we rejoined the ridge before proceeding to our third Munro of the day, Mam Sodhail (1181m), where there's a giant cairn.

On the slopes up to MS is a ruined house! The ridge here is quite interesting, with bits carved out of it near the cairn before MS.

Here I left the others, being the only one of us intent on going up the outlier, Beinn Fhionnlaidh (BF)(1005m) - lower than than those around it but proving to be a worthwhile peak. I went down to the col overlooking Loch Uaine, then contoured north to the ridge between Carn Eighe and BF. Left rucksack, zoomed down hill, plodded up to join three others on the summit of BF.

Lingered there as the views were exceptional. Fine view down Loch Mullardoch;

Skye in all its glory; Torridon. But in particular this summit gives a bird's eye view of the Loch Mullardoch circuit, all the peaks showing clearly.

I reluctantly headed back towards Carn Eighe (1183m), the highest summit in the area.

Stopped for chats with three groups of people. Saw the other three on the ridge heading east. Everyone else seems to be heading west. One gent seemed to have had a Vesta meals display cabinet emptied into his rucksack. The ridge to Tom a Choinich (TaC)(1111m) was less undulating than the An Socach ridge, and the four subsidiary summits, thankfully, required little effort. There was a pleasing gendarmed section where the path by-passed some rocky spires (airy drops beside it) and it hugged the ridge less precariously elsewhere. I could see the others ahead on TaC. I think they were deliberately going slowly. By the time they had reached the col beyond that summit I had almost caught up, and I reached them just as the campsite had been decided upon on a flat promontory beside some snow, to the south of the col, above Allt Toll Easa. A selection of meltwater streams and excellent flat, dry pitches.

Good views south east to snowy mountains (Cairngorms?). Cloud has been developing and after a while a few drops of rain forced Dave indoors. They soon subsided and lots of brews etc are under way. We reached here at 7 pm after one of the best backpacking days available in Scotland - five Munros*, six for Martin, brilliant views, superb high camp at 850 metres**. Rich aroma of onions from D's borrowed stove. Total ascent for the day - 1770 metres.

* and ** ...NB Whilst calculating this I realised a 'minor error'. we are actually at NH 149 265 on an undulation before Tom a Choinich, camped at 950 metres (not 850) and we have an unexpected extra two miles to do tomorrow.

9 pm - now time for soup and frankfurters before it gets dark! As nobody will fetch any water for me I have to resort to my 'cleansing' water (which refreshed me considerably earlier) to provide some 'body' to the soup.

It stayed light late, despite cloud.

Monday (entry by John)

0600 and the mist is right down. Brew up tea and porridge and pass stove to Dave. Everyone ready by 7.15. Nick admits to blisters on feet. Move off at 7.20 and come to something with a cairn on it at 7.45. Moving on, we realise it isn't Tom a Choinich. After one more cairn, we arrive at TaC at 8.40.

The route down follows the fence, steeply. Bealach Toll Easa is marked by a stalkers track crossing the ridge. On into the mist to a flattish bump, then slowly upwards towards Toll Creagach. Arrive at 9.40. No view. Attempts at finishing reels of film. Down eastwards to a col, then NE through a wet, boggy glen, finishing up in a wet, boggy, heathery wood. Emerge at Generator House, then head towards the other end of the dam. Arrive at 11.30am.

(Added by Martin)

All day breakfast at Dalwhinnie.
Carlisle for J.
Nick goes his own way to Dundee.
15 mile jam on M6.
Back at 8.30 (415 miles)
Report writing for work tomorrow.

Note 1: Sue and Martin were here in 2015, heading from the other direction. We descended the easy northern spur of Sgurr na Lapaich. From CnG we would recommend descent into Garbh-choire then ascent via this northern spur, if conditions are dubious.

Note 2: from what Martin can remember of his 2015 visit, this is the crux of the walk, with care needed on the descent from 1086m.

Note 3: When M & S were here in 2015 they ascended easily via Carn na Breabaig and Meall Shuas.

Note 4: In 2015 it was a comfortably inhabitable bothy.

Martin's comments - May 2016

I started this with the intention of typing a summary of the diary entries from our Mullardoch round undertaken in May 1991, almost exactly 25 years ago, but I was compelled to type the whole lot, if only for Dave and Nick's entertainment (sadly we have lost contact with John). Our diary (Volume 19) contains a photocopy of page 55 of Richard Gilbert's '200 Challenging Walks in Britain and Ireland - A Companion Guide to 'The Big Walks', 'Classic Walks' and 'Wild Walks', the Loch Mullardoch Circuit being 'Wild Walk' number 13. Brilliant books, all of them, but perhaps superseded by more recent publications and blogs.

These days Munro baggers may be tempted to vary the route we followed by heading up Mullach na Dheiragain (MnD) en route to Sgurr nan Ceathreamhnan. The ridge between the two could be tricky in poor weather, in which case it may be wise to follow our 1991 route and perhaps attempt MnD as an outlier. Whilst my visits to the area have been in good weather and uneventful in terms of 'difficulties' it is clear from reading Richard Gilbert's account (and his mountaineering skills far exceed mine), that in poor conditions the route we took could be over dangerous terrain with lots of scope for mishaps. Take care!

Looking at those old photos, I see that I still have (and use) a ‘waistcoat’ like the one sported by Dave, and until two days ago the green Karrimor Jaguar 65 rucksack was my primary backpacking sack, having outlived less durable replacements from Golite and Lowe-Alpine. The Phoenix Phreerunner tent is also still going strong.

I must have had more energy in those days – I wouldn’t nowadays contemplate writing a report of any sort after arriving home late after an early start with a four hour walk and a 400 mile drive. Perhaps that’s how I managed to hold on to my job for so long!

I’ve plotted (roughly) the route we took on Anquet mapping software and that is shown below, with the red triangles representing Munro summits. If you click on the image you may get a slightly larger version, although a magnifying glass could be handy! The route we took was about 60 km, with 5000 metres ascent.

Thursday 28 April 2016 – A Walk from Lindow Moss

This was the second in a series of four short mid-week walks. (The next one is next Friday, 6 May.)

Despite an unusually fine morning, nobody else turned up, so I was set loose with plenty of time to pause to take photos. By the time I’d finished I had about 90 images including lots of rubbish!

Lindow Common, an SSSI and Nature Reserve, is very close to home and has lots of route options, so it’s a good place to start a walk, as regular visitors to these pages may have noticed.

Parking at the free car park next to the Boddington Arms gives immediate access to the heathland of the Moss.

I always like to start off by walking round Black Lake, today as always busy with dog walkers and amblers. A robin followed me for a while, flitting ahead from post to post. Sadly my camera never seemed to focus on the bird, so all those images have been deleted. There were fewer ducks than usual on the small lake.

The morning started sunny, gradually clouding over. The bright sun left me with another batch of discarded images of flowers, this over-exposed forget-me-not being the only one worth keeping.

The Common was exited down Newgate Road, a narrow lane that leads to Rossmere, where the gorse is in bloom and many fishermen were relaxing with their rods.

A herd of cows chased me across a long field to Burleyhurst Farm, from where I headed through fields of dew coated grass to Oak Farm, on the way passing this dead tree with a lump on a branch.

The sound of mewing – not a cat but a group of buzzards, of which this was just one.

It’s a well marked field path to Oak Farm, with departing aircraft getting closer and closer as the airport is approached.

After the farm, a narrow ginnel lined by blackthorn leads to the edge of the runway.

The North Cheshire Way footpath is joined and followed alongside the runway for some distance.

The bright yellow blooms of prolific cowslips and dandelions brighten the hedgerows in this vicinity just now.

Some bat barns, constructed when the second runway was built, house a variety of species. It would be interesting to come this way at dusk.

The runway construction revealed a previously hidden prehistoric settlement dating from as far back as 4300BC. I don’t imagine the occupants of the farm that had to be demolished as part of the runway project, thus revealing the ancient settlement, would have been too impressed at the time!

The runway tunnel is 240 metres long, 18 metres high and 24 metres wide. It incorporates a host of bird nesting boxes and various items that provide mammals with a safe corridor from one end to the other.

After a dogleg excursion through the tunnel and on to a bridge over the River Bollin, I headed on over marshy ground to cross the A538 Altrincham Road and into the familiar surroundings of Styal Woods.

There are lots of bluebells at present. Many of my 90 images were of bluebells. Most were later discarded.

Despite the increasing cloud, the woods were full of colour, even if it was somewhat white.

The white flowers are Wood Anemone and Ramsons (wild garlic); I have no idea what the violet flower is…

I’d been moving at a brisk pace, so this bench near Giant’s Castle Bridge provided a welcome spot for regaining my breath, and for elevenses, albeit a bit late.

A glance at the sky, and my failure to bring any waterproof clothing, saw me moving on after less than 15 minutes. Giant’s Castle Bridge is one of a fair number in Styal Woods, where the River Bollin meanders pedantically through the lumpy terrain.

After a while, and after having to walk around two sides of a triangle because of construction work on the edge of the mill grounds, Styal Mill is reached. If I’d had company, we’d have stopped for lunch here.

Beyond the mill, I wandered along the riverside path to Twinnies Bridge, a route I frequently took with push chairs and prams a generation ago.

These Marsh Marigolds have been flowering in the boggy ground by the river ever since I can remember (and probably for millennia).

The banks to the left of the path are completely swathed with bluebells at this time of year.

The drizzle started, so the camera was stashed and I rushed back to the car park just in time to avoid some proper rain.

Here’s my route - 15 km, 150 metres ascent. Allow 3-4 hours, although it took me rather less than that. (Click on the map for a larger image.)

There’s a slideshow here – 59 images, with a bit more information (by way of photos of information boards). Click on the first image, then click ‘Slideshow’.

The next in this short series of walks will be next Friday, a lovely 6.5 mile circuit from Danebridge, just down the road from the Ship Inn – 10am. All welcome.

Graffiti from the Southern Half (18)

This was a huge, stunning, piece of graffiti depicting the anguish of a woman in labour.

It was only visible from a flight of steps behind a building. We had to peer over a fence to get these pictures.

Saturday 23 April 2016 – A Birthday Party and a parkrun

“Take a Deep Breath, Jacob”…

“Well done!”

(Notice ‘The Hoover’ lurking in case of crumbs.)

We had a lovely time at Jacob’s ‘family party’ on his fifth birthday. Earlier, he had another party with 24 friends to help him celebrate. He was no doubt shattered by the end of the day. Thanks go to Sue for the photos – mine were terrible.

Earlier, Sue and I had joined 259 others on a lovely morning at Wythenshawe parkrun, with a leisurely coffee afterwards in the courtyard café.

Here’s what the hall looks like now.

I was told that a security firm now has a two year contract to guard the hall for 24 hours a day – two staff during the day, four at night – and that the arsonist got eight years in prison.

[We had an uneventful return journey from Puerto Pollenca. A Mallorcan slideshow and index may follow, once we have prepared our ‘Patagonian Adventure’ show for Stockport Walking and Outdoor Group on Wednesday – Hazel Grove Civic Centre – 8pm, all welcome, £1 entry fee.]