



Pam’s done all the Munros near Glasgow, so to get two hills she hadn’t done yet, we had to go quite a bit further than I’ve ventured myself to date, all the way to Roughburn to tackle Beinn a’Chaorainn and Beinn Teallach. We set off fairly early and got a good run up the road from Glasgow, so we were parked and ready to set off by 10 a.m. The weather was a bit mixed

There was a rather fine-looking pointy hill just down the road to the East – at the time I took this to be a Munro, but in fact after review of the map, I think it must be the Graham Binnein Shuas. A bonny hill, anyway

We made fairly quick work of the well-maintained but twisty forestry track up through the big plantation that starts at the car park. A guy sprinted up past us and took a side path off to the left that started at a white pole, presumably a short cut, but we didn’t feel so brave. A bit further on, the track bifurcates and we took the left-hand branch (the right-hand branch carries on towards Beinn a’Chaorainn’s steep and scrambly east ridge, but we didn’t think it was the weather to attempt that

Fortunately it was a relatively gentle ridge, and I was able to keep up not too bad. As we gained height, it started to become obvious that we would soon hit the Clag: even the lower Beinn Teallach across the glen of the Allt a’Chaorainn had its head firmly in the clouds.
A wee bit higher up, and fantastic views opened up to the south over Loch Treig and the remote hills on its flanks.
Another 100 metres or so, and we’d hit the snowline.
There was a surprising amount of rather soft snow, which was good in that it wasn’t too slippery, but made for rather an effortful plod. The Clag really closed in now with an initial flurry of snow, almost a white-out for 5 minutes or so. Pam took this shot of me which makes me look rather more intrepid than I was feeling

However, the gradient stayed fairly gentle and it was just a slow and steady plod up the SW ridge until we eventually reached the South Top of Beinn a’Chaorainn. Apparently the South Top was listed as the Munro until 1974, and the Centre Top (now the official summit) is only 3 metres higher ... I therefore thought that I’d better take a picture at the South Top cairn, just in case the surveyors change their minds again

A wee bit more snow-plodding and we were at the Centre Top – Munro #47 for me

And just to prove that Pam was up there too, here she is:
At the summit we met a chap on his way back down, who had intended to carry on to Beinn Teallach but decided to call it quits in view of the weather. We considered whether we should do the same, as the soft snow had slowed me down quite a bit and time was getting tight now. However, we thought we might as well keep going down and then see how the time was going when we were down at the bealach. So off we set for Beinn a’Chaorainn’s North Top.
Once again I thanked my lucky stars that I had the Intrepid Pamela along, as the next bit of ridge along to the North Top is quite narrow and prone to cornicing in the winter (people have fallen through), but she made short work of getting us safely straight up the middle with some careful compass bearings

Heading down north-west from the North Top, we quickly came down out of the Clag to be treated to some great views of Beinn Teallach across the glen:
I was having a wee Julie-Andrews-as-Maria moment to myself (just humour me):
Down nearer the bottom edge of the snowline, the whole bealach had turned into one giant Slush-Puppy

So, down at the bealach, and it was decision-time. I was making slow work of the snow, and we were getting really marginal for time, but we were both keen to tackle the second hill, particularly as it was only another 300 metres or so of ascent. Pam forewarned me that she would shout at me to keep going if I started to flag, given how tight we were for daylight. So off I plodded, peching and panting up through the snow like a porpoise (do porpoises pant


So, Munro #48 ... not sure if I should really claim this one in view of the Pamela-Assisted Ascent


We were so glad now that we hadn’t turned back after Beinn a’Chaorainn, as the summit views were amazing. Loch Treig was stealing the show to the south, with the Easainns on its west flank:
A bit further along, the Grey Corries were looking more like the White Corries:
And over to the distance in the west were the high peaks of the Nevis Range:
To the north, there was a grand view over the pleasingly desolate-looking Braeroy Forest, with a wee loch in the foreground (not sure of its name):
And so off we plodded down Beinn Teallach’s south ridge, back down to the treeline. Fortunately it’s another gentle ridge, and the snow actually helped us down the first few hundred metres or so. Lower down things predictably got pretty squelchy



Soon enough we were back at the car, just as the daylight really started to fade. A grand day’s walking – frankly I hadn’t expected quite so much snow this early in November, but it turned Beinn Teallach in particular from a relatively humdrum hill into something quite magical. I’d say this is definitely the time of year to do these two
