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For the last few weeks I've not been feeling 100%. Easily tired, muscle aches. Not sure if it started when I had some sort of bug a month ago, maybe it's been the heat too. I had a busy day through at the Edinburgh Festival on Tuesday, walking through the garbage filled city, then some hard work in the garden on Wednesday. Allison was up in Torridon on a week's holiday and I thought I'd head up and catch her at the end of it - especially as the weather was threatening to be quite good. We'd arranged that I'd meet up with her on Friday morning, which meant I could do something on my own on the Thursday. Having all the Corbetts and almost all the Grahams still to do up here meant that I had plenty of choice.
I couldn't face an early start on Thursday morning, so I decided to leave after 9.30 when the traffic would have cooled, meaning - with a short stop for lunch - I'd arrive in Kinlochewe around 3. Time enough for a smallish hill then. I decided upon Beinn a'Chearcaill, which Allison had already done twice. We'd first climbed Chearcaill towards the end of our mammoth "Graham Harvest" back in February 2017, in adverse weather. Today was much nicer, although some rain was forecast to come in around 5pm. I was hoping I'd get good views from this particular summit. Last time the Hydro was in construction - good to see it's been finished off and "muted" in terms of its impact now. I parked up from the cottage driveway on the old road, got a bit lost trying to find the suggested "path" to the start of the stalkers path, but after that it was all plain sailing.
The track has a clear cairn marking where one turns up into the coire, and the path up there isn't bad either. When you come out of Coire Briste it's more a matter of following deer tracks, although there are some cairns here and there. A brief rain shower caused a rainbow looking over to Slioch. Of course, the main feast for the eye here is the incredible geography of Beinn Eighe - the twin coires of Mhic Fhearchair and Ruadh Staca separating Sail Mhor and Ruadh Stac-Mor. The views just keep on improving until you get to the sandstone pavement that marks the top of Chearcaill. Cloud had come down to sit on the very tops of the mountains, but the sight was still an impressive one. Having drunk my fill I started off down again, more or less the way I'd come up, although I did drop down to the Hydro track on the last section. Partly to make it easier underfoot, partly to see if there were any camping spots (there weren't). I returned to th car, drove up the road a little to one of the parking areas, where I found an ideal little spot by the loch, far enough away from the road to be quiet. Sat on the loch side rocks to eat my tea, a light breeze keeping the midges at bay. The sun was beginning to set up to the west end of the loch and created some pretty colours. After watching it burn away as it fell, I retreated indoors, read my book and was almost too tired to drink my whisky
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Had a reasonable night's sleep and headed along to the cottage Allison was in just after 9. I'd been thinking what would be the best things to do - decided on the pair of Corbetts to the south of Glen Torridon: deciding to do them this time from Loch Clair, a new approach for me.
The day was promising - blue skies and warm sunshine. There's space for maybe half a dozen cars at the parking spot leading down o Coulin Lodge. As we walked along Loch Clair the water was perfectly still and there were splendid reflections of Liathach and Sgurr Dubh. We crossed the bridge between lochs Clair and Coulin, walked through the various buildings around the Lodge, managed to ignore the turn for the right track which required a little backtracking, then found ourselves on the stalkers path that winds its way towards the bealach between Sgurr Dubh and Sgorr nan Lochan Uaine. At the end of the track there's a stone shelter of sorts, presumably for deer sighting. We followed one of the many streams up into the bealach, being gifted tremendous views of Liathach and Beinn Eighe as we climbed.
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From the summit of Uaine we looked over to the other Torridon hills, including the triumvirate of Maol Chean-Dearg, An Ruadh-Stac and Beinn na h'Eaglise; one of the few places that you can complete Munros, Corbetts and Grahams all in a 25k single outing. Not that I would be thinking about that at all

We took the traditional route across to Sgurr Dubh - by this time I was flagging a fair bit. Perhaps it was the heat - we made sure to top up on water when we found it. I was slow up the rough path to the summit, but a bit faster on the scree run back down into Coire an Leth Uillt. Allison descended more tentatively - the scree was mostly large chunks rather than nice small stones. We made our way back along the glen and considered what to do now...
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The Triumvirate - An Ruadh-Star on L, MCD right of it and Beinn na h'Eaglaise the rounded hill to the right of Beinn Damh
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I had thought of doing Baosbheinn and Beinn an Eoin from the north, meaning we could walk in to the Flowerdale Forest and try to camp somewhere, although from memory the terrain there isn't great for finding a pitch. But I had serious doubts whether I would have the energy to do those two. And anyway, the option of combining them with Beinn Dearg with a camp near Loch a'Bhealaich was more appealing, if I ever feel fully fit again. What else? well, Beinn nan Ramh would do - we could camp somewhere along the track and it's a gentle whaleback of a mountain. So we packed our gear into the big packs, drove along to incheril and set off into the early evening sunshine.
I'd wanted to get past the houses before we stopped for the night (actually I'd have loved to walk to the summit of Beinn nan Ramh which is an ideal spot to high camp, but realistically that wasn't on the cards). Midges were becoming a real annoyance as we walked along. There was almost no breeze. I spotted a small hillock to the north of the track and decided to try that out. Sadly, our approach wakened or summoned mos of the midges in Christendom, or so it seemed. The air was thick with dancing shimmering midges. We got the tent up and Allison suggested getting some dry twigs and setting them afire, hoping hat some smoke would dispel the hordes. I managed to find some suitable bits of dry wood, put these on a flat stone outside the tent door and set them alight - this did seem to help. We hastily got inside the tent and battened the hatches down, hoping for breeze in the morning.
No breeze came to our relief. Again I was feeling really tired and it took great effort to get out of bed at all. Not that knowing we'd have to face midge hell provided much incentive. Eventually the sun shining on the tent made it simply too hot to remain inside and we packed up and set off, sometime after 10. Along the track to Leckie, which I had a peep inside - I wasn't sure what it was, maybe an estate bothy, although there were holes in some of the floorboards. It wasn't locked, just secured with a wire and there were no signs of any sort...Anyway, the track runs up the hill behind Leckie and I found it slow going. Great views of Fionn Bheinn on our right, with an increasing number of Torridon/Fisherfield summits appearing as we walked on. The track continues over some peatland (which is presently being restored) and peters out at the bealach with Beinn nan Ramh. We stopped a little way up the flank of Ramh, had lunch and decided it would be better to leave the packs behind whilst we went to the summit. Even without my load I felt I was wailing through treacle and took what seemed like an eternity to reach the top, where Allison had been sitting for half the afternoon waiting on me.
Leckie
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Fionn Bheinn
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Beinn nan Ramh
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Slioch
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Allison waiting patiently at the summit
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Fisherfields
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So slow the grass is growing out of me
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What now? Had I been feeling alright I might have fancied heading north west down to the Chadha-Bhuidhe, camping somewhere by the Allt and climbing Groban. But that wasn't going to happen. Beinn a'Mhuinidh was another option - I was loth to simply walk back along the track to the car. But would I be able to manage it? The tiredness feeling had been increasing cumulatively over the three days thus far - maybe it would be Wednesday before I got finished Beinn a'Mhuinidh at the rate things were going

We did trudge back along the track we'd come up, with me thinking that maybe we should spend the night in Leckie - we'd be out of the midges at any rate. Allison agreed to at lease have tea there and see how it was inside. Shoving the rickety outer door aside, the interior was clean and tidy, albeit under attack from woodworms. One of the rooms had been painted and it looked an adequate place to overnight - especially with the lack of midges. We ate our Huel in the sun then retired indoors for another chapter of Wuthering Heights and an undisturbed night, although both of us did expect the door to be shoved open at some point, whether by estate folk or ghouls we didn't know.
Would you enter here?
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... a bath?
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An earlier start was demanded today, so we got up at 7 and were ready to leave at 8. We'd decided to continue on to Beinn a'Mhuinidh, which sits to the south of Slioch. We were fortunate to find a good deer track that took us up the steep initial section then we wandered over the flattish ground, pocked by lochans. Clouds were sitting under the tops of the bigger hills and threatened to obscure us by the time we got to our top. I was pleased to find I had my usual level of energy today - why this should be I couldn't fathom, but I wasn't complaining. Sure enough the cloud came down as we neared the summit. On the way down a group of goats snorted and bleated at us (or maybe, as Allison thought, the big daddy goat had something stuck up its nose

). We came off towards the track at incheril, following a sheep path down the hillside - easier than the steeper route we used that comes off to the west the last time
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