My good friend Caroline and I headed North with Bella, the effervescent spaniel. I had tried to bag these two last Christmas Eve but was blown off before getting half way up. A much more benign day was in store. As we headed on to the hill, we aimed for the quartzite line of rock, which can be seen from afar on the A82 above Loch Tulla. Rock!! Mountains! It seemed an age since I had been out and it was invigorating. The heart was pounding as we ascended and the view across to Beinn an Dothaidh was stunning in the Autumn glow. Finally, we began to level off and approached the cairn as the clag also approached. The detritus of a radio mast lies up there and is an eyesore. It was wheeled up but seemingly is not able to be dragged back down with gravity. The landowner should be shot with his own .22. I would gladly do it.
A careful compass reading saw us down by the bealach and our 2nd hill of the day appeared - it seemed relatively steep but offered little resistance and as we approached the cairn, the scene across the glen to the Auch 5 and co was fabulous. We took tea and had food, while Bella begged (besom Jimmie?) for food. We caught up on all that had happened to us in the previous 6 months and it easily occupied a good 5 hours. It's good to talk. And walk. Cheers Caz.
