being blown about with my old dad
Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 12:25 amSo as part of my attempt to bag munros me and my best walking chumb (aka my dad) set of early to make most of the little daylight hours we get come winter.
I was promised sunshine and it was there - except peeking through the clouds. Set off along the nice forest path at a fairly brisk pace - most likely due to the smattering of rain that started. Then it was out of the forest into the most beautiful and picturesque Corrie Fee. Probably one of the nicest bits of walking I've done since I have begun bagging munros. It might have been even more enjoyable if it hadn't started snowing...
We stopped beside the waterfall taking a bit of shelter from the unbelievably strong winds to munch on some sarnies made by yours truly and have some anaemic tea (sorry dad, truth hurts sometimes)
Sadly the next part of the ascent up Mayar is a bit featureless and boggy. Sun was now out thankfully but did nothing to improve the gale force winds brutally blowing me and my dad about. It was a bit snowy underfoot but nothing significant. Wind was behind us at least but reaching the cairn at the top was a brief affair as we set off toward Driesh. I actually had to get my dad to hold onto me and I was struggling to stay upright! Not long after this I decided putting on a second pair of gloves was needed. (Didn't help - my hands still went totally numb).
It's a good path even with a bit of snow so we moseyed towards Driesh easily. Practically being blown up the hill helps a bit too. We even ran a bit as I was feeling a bit cold. Trig point reached the most testing thing was finally having to walk into the wind to get back down and to the path.
This was a great walk that I would love to do on a warmer clear day. I couldn't believe we had reached the summit of Mayar so quickly and easy - the meandering path disguised the climb and I wasn't aware of toiling up the hill at any point. A good walk for someone new to hillwalking I reckon. With the snow on the tops me and my dad suspect there won't be much scope for any more walks until next year. As is becoming tradition we stopped on the way home at a carvery for a good feed, glass of red wine and lager shandy.
I was promised sunshine and it was there - except peeking through the clouds. Set off along the nice forest path at a fairly brisk pace - most likely due to the smattering of rain that started. Then it was out of the forest into the most beautiful and picturesque Corrie Fee. Probably one of the nicest bits of walking I've done since I have begun bagging munros. It might have been even more enjoyable if it hadn't started snowing...
We stopped beside the waterfall taking a bit of shelter from the unbelievably strong winds to munch on some sarnies made by yours truly and have some anaemic tea (sorry dad, truth hurts sometimes)
Sadly the next part of the ascent up Mayar is a bit featureless and boggy. Sun was now out thankfully but did nothing to improve the gale force winds brutally blowing me and my dad about. It was a bit snowy underfoot but nothing significant. Wind was behind us at least but reaching the cairn at the top was a brief affair as we set off toward Driesh. I actually had to get my dad to hold onto me and I was struggling to stay upright! Not long after this I decided putting on a second pair of gloves was needed. (Didn't help - my hands still went totally numb).
It's a good path even with a bit of snow so we moseyed towards Driesh easily. Practically being blown up the hill helps a bit too. We even ran a bit as I was feeling a bit cold. Trig point reached the most testing thing was finally having to walk into the wind to get back down and to the path.
This was a great walk that I would love to do on a warmer clear day. I couldn't believe we had reached the summit of Mayar so quickly and easy - the meandering path disguised the climb and I wasn't aware of toiling up the hill at any point. A good walk for someone new to hillwalking I reckon. With the snow on the tops me and my dad suspect there won't be much scope for any more walks until next year. As is becoming tradition we stopped on the way home at a carvery for a good feed, glass of red wine and lager shandy.
