Date: 23/08/2011
Distance: 9.4 miles
Ascent: 2600ft
We woke with no real plan for the day apart from to end up further east by the time it came to pitch that evening. We half had it in our heads to ascend Mullach Fraoch-choire, however as we were packing, the early morning mist flowing down the glen got caught on the mountain and built up before shrouding it in cloud. It put that plan to bed.
We ambled down into Glen Affric, still not knowing what to do where we promptly bumped into the couple from two days before cycling down the glen. After a bit of a chat we set off on our way once more. Soon we were at the entrance to Gleann ne Ciche and so decided to head down it on a whim to see what the high mountains further down it looked like. Instead we got distracted by the river and found a way onto an ‘island’ in the middle. Sitting around we decided to cook lunch to avoid any midges that evening. In the process of scrabbling around on rocks trying to set up the stove I managed to crack the screen of my camera. Cursing, I inspected it to discover it wasn’t fatal and my camera would live longer yet.
The Munro’s to the south also managed to get a topping of cloud whilst we cooked, and as we were chasing views we chilled out for another hour or so before heading back to Glen Affric. We decided we’d walk up Carn a’ Choire Ghairbh as it was only a “little mountain”, totally forgetting that 865m is a damn big hill in England.
After faffing around trying to find the start of the path up its northern flank (we finally found it after deducing a slight flattening in the side of the mountain to be a path) we set off upwards. The path wound up the side of the mountain, giving views straight up Glen Affric and to the mountains beyond.
It was tough work as the hill was bigger than anticipated and the path petered out a few hundred yards from the summit. We had to pick our way across peat bog to the very bleak and cold top. We lingered for no more than a few seconds before beginning our descent into the nameless glen to the south and took a rather direct (terrifyingly steep) route, startling a massive herd of deer below who promptly stampeded off down the glen.
Once down we realised there didn’t seem to be anywhere flat enough to pitch tents. Aware that if we failed to locate anywhere it would be a long time before we had chance to rest we all kept a sharp eye out. Luckily we soon spotted a grassy area just large enough for two tents. The next day we saw nowhere else in the glen suitable to pitch.
Midges were out in force in the shelter of the mountains and we quickly retired to our tents to eat before making occasional dives outside to admire the remoteness of our location. It truly felt as if no-one had ever been there before. This was wild camping at its height.
Date: 24/08/2011
Distance: 17.3 miles
Ascent: 1700ft
The next day we woke to high grey cloud. We picked our way slowly through some very tough terrain before picking up a track into the glen two miles from our camp spot. A very disconcerting river crossing then ensued as we crossed a slippery wooden bridge that was slightly angled to the side.
Continuing along the track we dropped down into Glen Affric along a very muddy path before joining the track in the glen. All along this section of lochside it felt a bit like I was in the Jurassic Period. Tall pines stood around, surrounded by heather, ferns and moss.
However soon the appeal of this terrain wore off, and it turned to slight despair when I realised just how far we had to follow tracks and roads to get to Cannich that evening. It wasn’t that the distance was too great, or the scenery bad, but it just seemed rather dull after our previous experiences the past three days.
We plodded and plodded for a couple of hours before finally appearing at a car park near Dog Falls. We sat and rested by the river, before walking to admire the falls. Unfortunately they are an anti-climax as the water is hidden in a very deep gorge, but you could hear the thunder of the torrent rushing through.
A very dull road walk into Cannich then followed, and we spend much of the evening sheltering under a covered area by the village hall as the rain fell for a few hours. Under cover of darkness we then found a spot to camp in the woods by the village.
The next morning we got up in the freezing dawn and got on the bus to Inverness. My first foray into the highlands was complete. The lands to the north of the border do not disappoint. Now to find the time to go back.