An Dun and on...

Forty years young! The plan was to take in the An Dun two with Graeme and I was pleasantly surprised to find the weather being better than in it was 50 miles South. However, as we arrived at the Trinafour turn-off, the clag wis doon. We bolted across the A9 and up on to the land rover track, which would take us to our destination 7 miles away. Our chat involved the independence decision and fallout, family life and hills! Dodgy Glasgow teams were also discussed - grow a team, don't buy success. We await the future. After 4km, we stopped off at Badnambiast for a re-charge and I spotted this unfortunate chap, who had come to pass.

As we continued, our first objective came into view, An Dun. The impression of steepness cannot be gleaned from this far out and really, it is only as one approaches the slopes of the hill, that it rises up rather impressively.

We stopped briefly at Sronphadruig lodge, which will soon disintegrate - one wonders at the parties held there in the past, this large building would have been quite regal in its day. The carved sign pointed the way forward and the Gaick pass opened up.

The walls of A'Chaorinich towered above the loch, with sweeping screes. There was nothing for it but to batter on up the slopes of our hill. Having done quite a bit of kettle bell work recently, I felt that my VO2 max has really come on and I was feeling great as we powered up the slopes. It was a good half hour blast and we levelled out on the plateau. Graeme observed that it wouldn't be the first cairn we came to and a quick check of the map confirmed his thoughts. We strode on and eventually came before a little cairn.

I posed as per normal, birthday boy.

 We decided not have our dram at this point but to push on and descend down to the loch, whereupon Graeme threw up his shelter and we supped our prize. We also decided at this point to abandon ship and keep this prized area for a better day. The walkout was quick and we were back at the car, 6 hours after having left. Cheers G!