Aberfeldy Corbetts to kick start 2013 - make Mine a double!
Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 4:47 pm2013 is upon us and I have to say, I have fewer specific, concrete walking plans for this year than for any of the past 3 or 4 years. I guess it would just be nice to get out a little more than in 2012, when my total haul dropped for a second consecutive year. The elusive half way Munro has continued to elude me since mid-October, but it is only a matter of time. In fact, early February should see that put to bed when I have scheduled another attempt at Beinn Mheadhoin, although given my previous history with that one, I will be taking nothing for granted. 
One thing I did have in mind for this coming year was to try and give more attention to the Corbetts, my 2012 total having slumped dramatically to a measly 8. So what better start to this resolution than to knock off the two to the north of Aberfeldy with the year only 3 days old. Kev was more than willingly recruited to the cause and arrangements were made for a 2 car point-to-point route. He was at my door at 8 o'clock as promised and we hit the A9 north to Ballinluig and then along the A827 to the turn off for the minor road along to Strathtay, where a minor navigational malfunction saw us heading back over the Tay into Grandtully.
After a nifty about turn we were back on the road heading towards the entrance to the Edradynate estate, not entirely sure where the best place was to leave one of the cars. After a few more faffs and 3-point turns we ended up at what looked like an estate gate house with a few cars parked outside. There was no other sign of life but as we were debating our next course of action, a bloke came out the door with a dog and after a terse if not exactly unfriendly exchange, he informed us that we could park in the field. Eh, which field would that be then? The one on the left a short distance down the road in the direction of Weem with the metal gate and a Canoe club notice attached to it. OK. Cheers. Happy New Year to you!
Kev left his motor in the field and we took mine round the B846 to the start of the mine access track about 1.5km north of the Schiehallion Road junction. It's a helluva steep old start on the muddy track up through the forestry before things level off a bit round Meall Damh.
We stayed on the track for as long as we could, almost skirting behind Meall Tairneachan before taking to a faint path for the short pull up to the summit. Finally, Corbett number 50 for yours truly.
The views were fine, especially towards Schiehallion and the Glen Lyon Munros, but the wind chill was enough to deter us from lingering too long. A quick bite to eat and something from the flasks and we were descending back towards the track for the more industrial part of the experience in the shape of the barytes mine.
At the sharp bend just before the mine we disturbed a group of tourists "on safari" with Highland Safaris in the act of photographing a mountain hare. Needless to say the hare scarpered the minute we appeared on the scene. Oh well, these things happen on safari! They seemed fairly philosophical about it though, and showed us a photo they had captured of the hare legging it in full flight. As Kev pointed out, the action shot only happened because we scared the thing off. Otherwise it would just have been a photo of a hare sitting on its fat arse doing nothing.
On through the vaguely surreal, almost lunar landscape of the mine, stopping for the obligatory arty shots at one of the tunnels, where the noises and smells emanating from the dark interior were more than just a little creepy.
About a kilometre and a half later, we left the track shortly before it petered out in boggy looking ground in the coire due west of Farragon Hill. From here we headed east southeast to pick up the shoulder leading northeast up to the crag-ringed summit.
If the wind had been a mild irritation at the summit of Tairneachan, it was considerably more of a nuisance here and it was about all we could do to stand still for the summit photos.
We quickly dropped north out of the wind and found a nice sheltered lunch spot below some crags with fine views across Lochan a' Chait to Beinn a'Ghlo and the Glen Tilt hills. It was a cracking wee spot for lobbing bits of roll and dog biscuits down the slope to keep Lucy occupied and her nose out of our lunches.
Then it only remained to descend east to pick up the track to the northwest of Loch Derculich for the descent back through the forestry and via Blackhill to the cottage on the road at Easter Cluny and the short walk back along the road to Kev's car.
At the edge of the track, just before the left turn towards the fields above Blackhill Farm we came across a strange structure that reminded me of the ladders with seats at the top that lifeguards use as lookout posts. It looked like it had some kind of adaptation at the top for accomodating a deer shooter, and Kev's natural landed gentry instincts made it inevitable that he would climb up for a wee look. With a little imagination you could imagine him sitting up there in full tweeds and deer stalker ........
All in all a cracking day to start the new year, enjoyable conversation about hills past and future, the joys of dog ownership, that elusive lottery win and the evils of public sector management "initiatives". And of course going through the 50 barrier for Corbetts - all rounded off by a swift half in the Taybank in Dunkeld on the way down the road.
One thing I did have in mind for this coming year was to try and give more attention to the Corbetts, my 2012 total having slumped dramatically to a measly 8. So what better start to this resolution than to knock off the two to the north of Aberfeldy with the year only 3 days old. Kev was more than willingly recruited to the cause and arrangements were made for a 2 car point-to-point route. He was at my door at 8 o'clock as promised and we hit the A9 north to Ballinluig and then along the A827 to the turn off for the minor road along to Strathtay, where a minor navigational malfunction saw us heading back over the Tay into Grandtully.
After a nifty about turn we were back on the road heading towards the entrance to the Edradynate estate, not entirely sure where the best place was to leave one of the cars. After a few more faffs and 3-point turns we ended up at what looked like an estate gate house with a few cars parked outside. There was no other sign of life but as we were debating our next course of action, a bloke came out the door with a dog and after a terse if not exactly unfriendly exchange, he informed us that we could park in the field. Eh, which field would that be then? The one on the left a short distance down the road in the direction of Weem with the metal gate and a Canoe club notice attached to it. OK. Cheers. Happy New Year to you!
Kev left his motor in the field and we took mine round the B846 to the start of the mine access track about 1.5km north of the Schiehallion Road junction. It's a helluva steep old start on the muddy track up through the forestry before things level off a bit round Meall Damh.
- Schiehallion - a dominant feature for most of the day
- Mudbath access track
- That Schiehallion thingy again
- Farragon Hill and distant Beinn a'Ghlo shortly before leaving the track
We stayed on the track for as long as we could, almost skirting behind Meall Tairneachan before taking to a faint path for the short pull up to the summit. Finally, Corbett number 50 for yours truly.
The views were fine, especially towards Schiehallion and the Glen Lyon Munros, but the wind chill was enough to deter us from lingering too long. A quick bite to eat and something from the flasks and we were descending back towards the track for the more industrial part of the experience in the shape of the barytes mine.
- Kev's still trying to chase up that pizza delivery - Schiehallion and Carn Mairg horseshoe as a backdrop
- Farragon Hill from Meall Tairneachan
- Farragon Hill from descent off Meall Tairneachan
- Kev and Lucy on descent
At the sharp bend just before the mine we disturbed a group of tourists "on safari" with Highland Safaris in the act of photographing a mountain hare. Needless to say the hare scarpered the minute we appeared on the scene. Oh well, these things happen on safari! They seemed fairly philosophical about it though, and showed us a photo they had captured of the hare legging it in full flight. As Kev pointed out, the action shot only happened because we scared the thing off. Otherwise it would just have been a photo of a hare sitting on its fat arse doing nothing.
On through the vaguely surreal, almost lunar landscape of the mine, stopping for the obligatory arty shots at one of the tunnels, where the noises and smells emanating from the dark interior were more than just a little creepy.
- Farragon Hill from inside one of the mine tunnels
- Beinn a'Ghlo as seldom seen in calendar shots
About a kilometre and a half later, we left the track shortly before it petered out in boggy looking ground in the coire due west of Farragon Hill. From here we headed east southeast to pick up the shoulder leading northeast up to the crag-ringed summit.
- Kev trying to outstare Farragon
- Knobbly terrain towards a very fine looking Corbett
- Back to Tairneachan with Schiehallion still getting in on the act
- A less industrial view of Bheinn a'Ghlo from the slopes of Farragon Hill looking across Beinn Eagagach
If the wind had been a mild irritation at the summit of Tairneachan, it was considerably more of a nuisance here and it was about all we could do to stand still for the summit photos.
- 9 months on from the original call from the Ring of Steall, realisation dawns on Kev that the pizza probably isn't coming
- Yours truly on a wild and windy Farragon summit
- Northeast from Farragon to Beinn a'Ghlo again with Lochan a' Chait just visible down below
- Zoomed in on Beinn a'Ghlo
- Lochan a' Chait
We quickly dropped north out of the wind and found a nice sheltered lunch spot below some crags with fine views across Lochan a' Chait to Beinn a'Ghlo and the Glen Tilt hills. It was a cracking wee spot for lobbing bits of roll and dog biscuits down the slope to keep Lucy occupied and her nose out of our lunches.
Then it only remained to descend east to pick up the track to the northwest of Loch Derculich for the descent back through the forestry and via Blackhill to the cottage on the road at Easter Cluny and the short walk back along the road to Kev's car.
- Kev and Lucy descending above Loch Derculich
- Back on track for the walk out
- Back to Farragon Hill from the plantation beside Loch Derculich
- Farragon Hill shows her character as she bids us farewell
At the edge of the track, just before the left turn towards the fields above Blackhill Farm we came across a strange structure that reminded me of the ladders with seats at the top that lifeguards use as lookout posts. It looked like it had some kind of adaptation at the top for accomodating a deer shooter, and Kev's natural landed gentry instincts made it inevitable that he would climb up for a wee look. With a little imagination you could imagine him sitting up there in full tweeds and deer stalker ........
- Tighter gun control laws are required on the hills. Discuss.
All in all a cracking day to start the new year, enjoyable conversation about hills past and future, the joys of dog ownership, that elusive lottery win and the evils of public sector management "initiatives". And of course going through the 50 barrier for Corbetts - all rounded off by a swift half in the Taybank in Dunkeld on the way down the road.
