I finally decided we would head up to Loch Arkaig and do the two grahams to the north of the loch for one day, then the lovely Graham of Mullach Coire nan Geur-oirean on Saturday, involving a long walk up Glen Maillie. If there was time we could do Druim Fada in the adjacent Glen Loy on the way home on Sunday. Headed off into the twilight, noting that darkness doesn't come now til 5pm, which is something positive. Camped up by the waterfall at the head of Loch Arkaig, a quiet night with an almost full moon for company.
Friday morning the mist is lying quite low on the hills, we can't see any snow, but reckon we won't run into any today. First time we did these hills we saw nothing - looked like it might be a repeat. I try not to use the same route for hills, but some don't easily lend themselves to alternatives so we chose more or less the same circuit today as we'd used previously. Parked at a cattle grid some way past the butterfly car park, through some undergrowth then follow the fence line up the flanks of Sgurr Choinnich. It's a really gentle ascent, and the ground is fairly easy going - not much in the way of tussocks, just shortish grass. We made it up to the summit cairn, still some occasional wee snow patches around, but almost all gone.

Sgurr Choinich

The walk over to Meall Blair is on the boggy side. Following a fence line initially, then it turns sharply away to the north and we were left to muggle our way through the clag. Over a little 5H that Allison was asking to avoid - but going round would have been worse than climbing it, and finally onto the slopes of Meall Blair. I'm sure the views are great. We came off heading towards Loch Arkaig, picking up an ATV track in the process that took us down to the track by the Sea Eagle hide. Past a few posts with nails hammered into them all round - maybe to stop the deer rubbing against them and knocking them down? I remember seeing a wooden statue in one of the Edinburgh museums like that - was an African "Nail Fetish".
Meall Blair


Loch Arkaig


As we descended the cloud lift a bit and we got some views of the Loch. Back at the car for about half past three - time to do a bit of a walk in to the next hill. We changed over rucksacks, finding our overnight packs much more pleasant to carry than those we'd had on last week on the Way. Would we camp or would we use Invermaillie Bothy? I was wary - it was a Friday night after all, and who knows what randoms might be making a weekend of it in Invermaillie? But we decided to give it a go. We took the muddy track off to the right, past some ponies who were munching their hay and approached the bothy just as it was getting dark. Allison took a tumble over a stone or root and hurt her side, which wasn't great. The bothy was empty and in very good order. We'd stayed the night when we did Mullach Coire the last time, five years ago, and there have been considerable improvements made in that time. It's one of the bigger bothies I know, with 2 good sized rooms downstairs with fires, a cloakroom (!) and three rooms upstairs, all nicely wood panelled, with double glazed velux windows. We put our sleeping stuff up the stairs and had our tea, then I set a nice blaze in the hearth downstairs and we sat and had a whisky and read. There's also 4G reception, which I haven't found before in a bothy.



We had a quiet night with no visitors, ghosts or even mice. Outside there were circles of hoof prints suggesting the ponies had been capering about at some point. The mornign was dry, clouds a bit higher than the previous day, and we set off back to the track to walk into the glen. It is a lovely glen this one, not often visited it would appear. Scots pines and birch trees line the slopes; to the south are Beinn Bhan and Meall a'Phuibuill, to the north the long ridge of Mullach Coire, which is, in itself a long spur from Gulvain. As we walked along, an estate vehicle pulling a trailer passed us. Up ahead we could see deer running down the mountainside to follow the van. The driver tooted his horn to them and they followed in a posse, like kids chasing after an ice cream van. He was feeding them potatoes and neeps. We chatted as we drew level - he feeds them alternate days during the winter. They were having a rare tuck in, anyway.




Mullach Coire - as far as you can see on the right

Continuing on, we followed the track up to the ruins of the old Glen Maillie cottage, a little further on there's an exciting looking bridge I remembered from last time, though there's no need to cross it for Mullach Coire. We stopped for lunch, considering what line to take up the steep flanks of our hill. I saw a probable deer route that seemed reasonable, so we huffed and puffed up there. Once on the flat ridge there was still 2-3 km to go to reach the summit. We could see yesterday's hills across Loch Arkaig and looking to the west the Glen Dessarry hills down to Sgurr na Ciche. Once we'd reached the summit we came back the way we'd come and descended back to the track. We were both feeling really tired - perhaps the exertions of last week were catching up with us. I wasn't sure what to do - it would take us maybe 90 minutes to get back the the bothy, but a Saturday night was chancing it even more than a Friday. I didn't fancy walking all the way back to the car. However, there's not a lot of choice when it comes to camp spots along this glen. I'd noticed a good spot just by the ruined cottage and suggested we have an early finish today, get our strength back and head off early tomorrow morning.

Meall a'Phubuill on the L, Gulvain ahead



Glen Dessarry hills

Yesterday's hills




We pitched on a nice soft green spot a hundred yards or so east of the ruin. By this time it had gone 4pm so it seemed reasonable to make a start on the tea, while it was still light. While we were thinking. what to do the next day, it occurred to me that we were looking over at Meall a'Phubuill, a Corbett that would suit me fine. Allison didn't need it, so she could choose to stay in bed should she wish. An early night followed, finishing off a book of Tolstoy short stories. Quite a lot of rain overnight but restful nonetheless. I wakened at 7 intending to get up, but promptly fell asleep again til after 8...
Beinn Bhan


We left the tent up, with anything not required in it and set off back along the track to the strange bridge, which we'd need to use to cross the river given last night's rain. It was fine - I went over first and Allison gingerly followed. We'd decided to go up over the 5H of Monadh Beag, past another ruined cottage. We were fortunate to pick up an ATV track which went almost to the summit of Monadh Beag. From there we had a drop to the bealach with Meall a'Phubuill, avoiding peat hags. Lots of deer, some sheep also. We chose a line to the east of the summit, which was less steep than elsewhere. Good views down to Loch Eil, Gulvain etc.

Meall a'Phubuill

Mullach Coire in the backdrop




We retraced our steps back down - although I kept managing to lose the ATV track once we picked it up. Back to the tent, packed it away then set off back down the track. We met a couple of folk who'd biked up. The bothy was still standing as we passed by and finished off the few kilometres back to the car. A fairly quick drive down the road tonight, not much traffic about
The way we are headed




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