I had a day on the hills with Gavin,Scott and Millie today just for a change as Bob was recovering from his Australian epic and was still a bit off colour from jetlag.Drove over to Bearsden to Gavin`s house and decanted my gear into the Bongo and then we took a short hop up the road to pick up Scott.Scott had a babysitter due to arrive later that day and was looking forward to a child free evening out with his wife so distance wise we were a tad restricted and just headed up Loch Lomond side.Gavin and I really don`t understand why folk bother with kids….they just eat into your spare time and money.We were in agreement that gadget buying,nice wine and other suchlike necessities would be out the window if we were to be cursed with children.
Dogs are better and do what they are told for the most part 🙂
As predicted it was a lovely morning and the surface of Loch Lomond was mirror like.The warm summer mornings had gone southwards though and it was definitely autumn when we pulled off the road at the start of the track up towards Troisgeach.I didn`t want to get down to the last 10 or so Corbetts and have them all in far flung corners of Scotland so I have saved a lot of my remaining ones to the area south of the Great Glen.Todays hill,Meall an Fhudair,was one of them….only my fourth of the year so far .
I finished the Munros 20 odd years ago and ever since then having been ticking off Corbetts in a somewhat dilatory manner.My first one was the Cobbler in the mid 1970`s.It was the 5th January and I hadn`t a clue about hills.The snow was knee deep and I had a pair of suit trousers,a paddedlumberjack jacket and a pair of cheap desert boots on my feet.No rucksack or ice axe,just a duffle bag with a nylon cagoule and a couple of sandwiches.I stopped at the Narnain boulders to put on the summit,well,what I thought was the summit anyway.To cap it all I almost froze to death hitching a lift back to Glasgow from Arrochar into the bargain.I enjoyed it so much however that I went back again and done it the following week as well,albeit with a new pair of boots and somebody whoactually knew what they were doing.
Back to the present.All morning I had an annoying snatches of song going through my head for some reason which apparently is called an earworm.Step we gaily on we go …with our cromachs under our arm and such rubbish repeated itself in an annoying loop…who is responsible for all this shortbread tin crap,eh ? My relations are from Sutherland,Ross and Cromarty,Islay and Donegal.The vast majority of them were forced to emigrate to the USA and Canada to find work or face starvation and poverty….and I`m talking the 20th century here.!They didn`t have cromachs or step gaily onwards anywhere and neither did we today. We walked normally up the land rover track for a mile tothe junction where we took to the east ridge.
Scott And Millie on the east ridge with Loch Lomond behind.The more observant among you will notice that Scott has a cromach type thingy 🙂
Having a break on halfway up the ridge.Scott contemplates the rare prospect of a child free evening while Gavin,unconcerned with such matters,plays with his latest gadget .
A nice spot indeed…
It turned out to be a woman called Dottie from Dunblane and we nattered our way along the undulating ridge to the summit of Meall an Fhudair talking about this and that.
Gavin,Millie,Scott and Dottie approaching the summit cairn.
Dottie took her leave of us here and headed down to the Lairig Arnan while the boys found a wee bouldering crag for a spot of juvenile fun.Scott having first go……
An unusual view of the Cobbler from the summit.A bit grainy due to much zoomness….
Once Scott was able to walk again we headed back down the south flank and picked up the land rover track but not before I got them to pose a final time….