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So there I was sitting at my laptop on Friday night typing up my report for Beinn Dearg when the phone rang. Now I don't know about you but I never answer the house phone unless I'm expecting a specific call. I'm not interested in any home improvements, claiming back PPI's, increasing life insurance or having a conversation with a computer about super mega fast broadband!!! Luckily this time my resolve waivered and I was greeted by a retired colleague of mine asking if I fancied taking in a hill together on Sunday. I was so so chuffed! Margaret is now in her late 60's and having compleated over 30 years ago, she has continued to climb hills here but also in Nepal, Peru, North America to name but a few!! There was a snag, Sunday was my father-in-law's birthday and I had agreed to host a birthday dinner at home.
'Not a problem' said Margaret 'we'll just go for something quick up in Arrochar'.
Beinn an Lochan had been suggested but I had already been there years ago and I was keen to do its close neighbour Ben Donich. It was agreed that we would meet at the Little Chef near Dumbarton at 8.15 and share the journey onwards. And so I left the house on an icy Sunday morning looking forward to my 3rd outing on the hills this week
I came off the Erskine Bridge (no not by some bizarre accident!) at 7.30 and drove along looking for the Little Chef- lordy I couldn't find it! I kept driving and driving until I was at the big roundabout at Alexandria.I headed back to where I came and asked a guy at a petrol station and he said 'that's it across the road but its closed up now' I looked over and there was a large congregation of hill walking types hanging about the abandoned building. I thought I was going alone with Margaret but hey maybe not- I didn't care! By the time I had driven to a turning point and pulled into the proper carpark they had all gone!!! Oh no!! It was 8am and I was late. Not to be detered I decided to head up to Ben Donich myself and meet them at the carpark there.....and then the penny dropped.... I wasn't too late, I was too early!!! Good lord!! And so I turned the car around again and got to the correct carpark at the correct time and lo and behold there was Margaret just pulling in !!!
And so with kit transferred over we were off
We got to the carpark and got kitted up in our waterproofs because the sky was a bit grim.
The hill is very well signposted and its just a case of following the path onwards and upwards.
- Start
- Margaret, my mentor.
I should say that we didn't use the path for most of the walk because it was covered in lumpy bumpy slidey ice and Margaret did take a wee bit of a tumble at one stage
- Icy path!!Danger!
The views weren't fab but we did see enough of the hills and lochs to give us plenty to smile about
- Loch Restil
Slippy paths aside this was an easy walk until I came to the scrambly descent
- Oft! Off she disappears!
I had been dreading this and Margaret gave me every bit of help and advice she possibly could. Mostly to trust my ice axe to take my weight as I shifted position. She went first and guided me down step by step. I was so pleased to reach the bottom safely without falling and landing my carcass on poor wee Margaret. Just be like the thing that this experienced mountaineer survives some of the world's most extreme environments and then gets killed by a falling muppet like me
From here there was still a fair amount of use of the axe but mostly just to help me clamber over some big boulders and for stability on some of the steeper parts of the hill. I was constantly being encouraged to use it properly and I could feel my confidence growing as we carried towards the summit. After walking for 2hrs 10 mins we were there- yippee!!!
- Summit
We said a quick hello to 3 other walkers and after taking the obligatory photos we headed back down to find somewhere to eat. I should say that the conditions weren't awful and although there was a wind. it didn't feel like an icy blast
In no time at all we were back at the tricky bit again
But this time I really made an effort to get my axe into a good position and managed the ascent no bother. It wasn't until I looked back down that I realised that it was a very short drop down and would probably have come to very little harm if I had slipped. I wasn't taking any chances though!!!
- Drop down
It was now just a case of heading down the grassy slopes and getting back to the car.
- Yeeks ! Slimey pond alert!
Our journey time was 4 hrs overall. We didn't make very many stops but we did spend a fair amount of time looking for the safest routes up and down.
I thanked Margaret for taking me out on this adventure. Of my three trips this week, this was by far the most challenging. I'm sure that during the summer this would be a short benign hill walk and the scrambly bits would be a breeze but in the conditions we had today I was ever so glad to have such a patient experienced person like Margaret by my side