But we knew better, we knew this was indeed The Good Day of our long weekend in the winter hills; we had faith in the forecast and we were committing ourselves to a full day. Unfortunately it was also my first day in the bigger hills this year, and the urgent need to forgo any gentler warm-up days was rather an uncomfortable shock to the system. No amount of walking the South Downs in preceding weekends prepares you for this level of effort.
Locking the bikes to a deer fence a further mile on, the rain eased off and the sky became broken with increasing brightness cracking through as we began our walk – a simple but fine anticlockwise circuit of the two easternmost snow-plastered summits of the Fannichs. After an hour and a half slog we reached the top of An Coileachan, and in so doing became part of an elegant blue and white world with wispy clouds occasionally coming and going, where we remained for the next couple of hours. After a necessarily brief rest/snack stop, since the sub-zero temperatures with added wind chill tend to keep you moving, and donning crampons due to the harder frozen conditions underfoot, we savoured the two mile crunch along the undulating ridge to Meall Gorm.
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| Mark heading NW from An Coileachan, above Loch Gorm, in the Fannichs (7Feb14) |
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| Looking NW along the Fannichs towards Meall Gorm, with Sgurr Mor at right (7Feb14) |
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| Mark heading NW towards Meall Gorm in the Fannichs, with Sgurr Mor at right (7Feb14) |
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| Remote Loch Fannich from Meall Gorm, with Fionn Bheinn behind (7Feb14) |
The subsequent descent to Fannich Lodge, and along to the bikes was all too quickly done, with great views across Loch Fannich and the hills to the west. A terrific six mile whizz back down the track to the main road in less than 30 minutes completed a memorable eight hour day. We had done justice to The Good Day, knowing full well the following couple of days the weather would be much less friendly. And so it proved, with a tough outing on Beinn Loinne above Loch Cluanie the next day (Saturday), where we climbed into increasingly dense and wet falling snow, only to emerge all the soggier some hours later with poor views and no photos to be had. The Sunday was an even worse forecast and so we chose to have a recovery day, saving ourselves for the final day - and planning a trip to the dry, warm, sunny Pyrenees later in the year into the bargain! (Oh, and did I mention going to the pub?)
The Monday forecast was no better than Saturdays, yet the
fickle nature of Scottish mountain conditions is such that we had a much more
satisfactory day – it often pays to call the forecasts bluff, sometimes it
comes off (err, and sometimes it doesn’t). This was not the idyllic conditions
of The Good Day, but a more typical fast-changing winter day with solid high-level cloud
cover, rain and snow showers but enough lower-level cloud breakage to get interesting, if
fleeting, views. The temperature had risen over several days so the steep slopes
of Sgurr Mhic Bharraich above Loch Duich at the western end of Glen Shiel were
covered in soft wet snow requiring care. It’s an exceptionally fine viewpoint in good
conditions, but the weather only allowed us carefully edited highlights –
sometimes we were completely clouded in, then we had snatches of views in
various directions for seconds at a time. Very tantalising,
but engaging enough to keep us on the summit until our fingers had gone numb
trying to grab photos.
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| Grinning or grimacing? Mark at the summit of Sgurr Mhic Bharraich (10Feb14) |
It was the final act of another great long
winter weekend, which has become a highly rewarding if demanding annual fixture
for me. The success of which is always almost entirely down to having extraordinarily
generous, selfless friends and hosts with an equally ferocious appetite for “getting
out there” in all winds and weathers. Thanks again Mark and Lorna.
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