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A week after the Walk Highlands summer meet at Braemar I planned an overnighter down the Lairig Ghru then back over the 4 peaks on the western side.
The WH meet a week earlier had been a bundle laughs with not a small amount of alcohol consumed, a wee quiz, a munro or two thrown in for good measure and cracking company to boot. That’s where I first met Gavin99
It was Gavin who knew the whereabouts of most of the Plane wreckage scattered across Carn an t-Sagairt Mor. Some say he is a collector of plane-wreckage-part serial-numbers as each item has a number – like a full scale Airfix kit...... Cut part 564324C from the sprue and cement to part 342489A.... no wonder it crashed.
I left the car in a car park some way from the main Cairngorm base station, crossed the road to the track going down to a bridge over the Allt Mor then followed the path to the infamous Chalamain Gap. Living up to its reputation as a leg breaker, the heavy morning dew, heavier even than my pack, was still lying on the jumbled rocks and twice I slipped. The second time my shin crashed into the boulder in front with such force it turned the air blue
- Allt Mor
- Path to Chalamain Gap
- Start of Chalamain Gap
When I had finished my expletive rant I pressed on and coming the other way was Gavin99. We stopped for a chat, he offering advice on navigating by compass in poor visibility, I felt a bit like Paul on the road to Damascus.

me nodding in agreement not daring to mention the GPS in my pocket to the outdoor Messiah!!
Gavin 99 is a wise sage knowing all. The font of outdoor knowledge, Scotland‘s equivalent to Ray Mears – only he eats fewer pies. It was quite early to be finishing a day’s walking but said he had something to do in the afternoon....mmmm.... most mysterious (I bet it involved a handful of Chinamen, a barrage balloon and a woman)
I was in no hurry but glad to be clear of the dreaded gap. A number of people were ahead of me all of whom headed directly up Braeriach, I was the only one going along Lairig Ghru - doing it goofy to their regular. Good I thought a bit of solitude but didn’t expect the stream of people coming the other way, a popular low level path it appears
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- Lairig Ghru
- Lurchers crag from above LG ( taken on walk out)
The gentle climb up Lairig Ghru takes you passed the rugged Lurchers Crag and upwards to the Pools of Dee where the views open up down toward Devils Point and beyond. The slab of Granite on it’s face shining from a brief shower in the morning sunlight in a mesmerising way. So mesmerising it seems, that I failed to notice the rain cloud marching up the pass until it started dumping on me a few minutes later and didn’t stop until I had just donned my waterproofs

- Views from top of pass down to Devils Point
- An Garbh Coire
It is surprising how quickly the Dee becomes a good sized stream and could take a bit of crossing if you ended up on the wrong side.
I plodded on and couldn’t help thinking of the lyrics to Squeeze’s “Cool for Cats” – but there were no smoke signals in the rocks above this path The only things in the air were midges – quite a lot of them especially lower down toward the bothy.
The footbridge came into view and I cut across the boggy ground to the sturdy crossing and headed toward Corrour Bothy it is clearly well used and at somepoint after, an ensuite bathroom was added. This was required as the amount of users has caused a pollution issue and the notice even threatened that if the situation didn’t improve the bothy maybe demolished.
- Devils Point and Corrour bothy
- Bothy and Carn Toul
- Footbridge with Carn a Mhaim behind
I had considered a wildcamp here but having read the notice my imagination had conjured up the vision of a bothy full of dysentery-ridden walkers fighting for the bathroom. So now questioning the water quality of the downstream I decided I would find a spot on the plateau.
The climb up beside the stream didn’t take long and I was soon at the bellach where I dropped the bag and floated to the Devil’s Point summit. Stunning views all around. I could see some walkers approaching from Carn Toul and I convinced myself that they were going to rifle though my bag and nick all my Mars Bars. Of course they didn’t this wasn’t Croydon High Street

- Views From Devils Point
I returned to the bellach to retrieved my rucksack and chocolate bars and set off up Stob Coire an t Saiighdeir who must be a bit peeved weighing in at a lofty 1213 metres and still not making munro status instead having to put up with being a mere top.

- Coire an t Saiighdeir the munro understudy
The climb was a tricky boulder hop made longer as I followed the edge rather than straight lining. I stopped at the summit for a rest as my feet where starting to ache and I noticed I was severely short of water. There was no way I could rehydrate my food and also have enough for drinks as well. I checked the map and saw the Falls of Dee, this was where I would replenish the Camelbak.
- Looking back at Devil’s Point
- Carn Toul
I continued round the edge soaking up the stunning views quickly clocking up numbers 63 and 64 Carn Toul and then Sgor an Lochain Uaine which is also known as The Angels Peak (easier to type, and say, and doesn’t send spellchecker doolally)

I again picked my way through the boulder field off The Angel’s Peak and round the impressive Choire grateful for a patch of springy moss on the plateau, a relief for my weary feet. The views were magnificent and I was feeling pleased with myself in waiting for the right weather before walking this route. People at home often ask when I go all the way to Scotland walking – this is why.

- Carn A Mhaim and ridge
- A view
- Falls of Dee From Angel’s Peak
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- Wildcamp by the Falls of Dee
I topped my water up at the falls and added a couple of puritabs just to be on the safe side. Half an hour later I had selected a camp spot had the tent up and a brew on. The menu had one thing on it mince hotpot for two from Adventure Foods. It looked a lot so I divided in two- just as well the portions were absolutely massive. The wine list was equally frugal. Jacobs Creek Merlot decanted into a plastic water bottle.
I woke in the middle of the night and noticed I had drunk less than half the wine. I was clearly seriously ill. As soon as I get a phone signal back I must call NHS Direct, this has never happened before – managing less than half a bottle. I dozed on waking regularly to the sound of the wind and feeling more than a little unsnug in my cheap sleeping bag, (did see a nice one on Webtogs for about £59.95 though)
I rose, the sun rose, the clouds came over then the mist. It was sure to clear WMIS said so.
- Morning Glory
Breakfast was the remains of the hotpot. Didn’t taste quite the same as the night before but hey-ho. I sat for ages watching the mist roll in and out before the sun finally got to work and lifted it.
After decamping I headed for my final munro of the summer- Braeriach and then down the path high above Lairig Ghru, the river crossing and to the Chalamain Gap. No dramas this time, the rocks were dry and slip resistant. I called NHS Direct and they agreed something was amiss and prescribed a quantity of beer which had me as right as ninepence
- summit cairn Braeriach
- looking down on the Lairig Ghru
Oh there's a bit of plane wreckage up there Gav