Winds were gusty when we left Greenock in the late afternoon and headed north. It was important to get there early enough to have a couple of hours to walk in and I was pleased that we arrived by 8ish. Donning the full packs we set up along the road into Glen Strathfarrar. There's something of the fairy-tale in setting off into the evening up a quiet glen with your pack on your back. The evening air was strangely calm, nary a rustle from the tree tops and some late sunshine made it a very pleasant wander - unfortunately we were going at brisk pace to get to our destination, my feet were sore on the tarmac and I'd forgotten the extra weight of walking with a full pack.
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Sheep guards
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About 10.15 we passed the power station at Deanie and started to look for a place to pitch. The wind had re-appeared by this time and was blowing strongly from the NE - the forecast predicted gales from the SW overnight. A bit confused as to the best plan of action I pitched in preparation for the forecast wind direction which mean enduring full on winds into the front of the tent initially. Not the best night's sleep as I was edgy waiting for the pegs to get blown out and our little blue home go twisting off up into the sky like the Wizard of Oz
Bright skies initially with some mist on the mountain tops - we were late in setting out and didn't get onto the hills until after 10.30, tsk tsk. The path up to sgurr na Ruaidhe was steady going, a bit boggy in places.
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As we reached the top the clag came down as did the temperature and the wind rose considerably. We were relieved to find a stone shelter north of the cairn to take refuge in as we munched our sandwiches. We could see the next hill, Carn nan Gobhar, over to our left, a small descent then up a grassy shoulder to a boulder strewn top.
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On the way over we met the only other walker we saw all day. The clag allowed some views to Strathconnon in the North, wind farm towards Dingwall and the curved edge rising steeply to our next hill, Sgurr a'Choire Glais. The wind continued to gain strenght and was blowing right across our direction of travel
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Bit of a scramble over the boulders at the top of this hill followed by an interesting walk along the coire edge - on a good day this looks like it would be a cracking walk.
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We got to the summit having done our best to keep left of the path when it wound too near the edge in case a gust blew us off our feet
There are 2 cairns and a trig point on the top of this hill - bit of overkill on a small summit area really 
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I'm guessing views are normally top notch from here, but clag was the order of the day so we pressed on to the last summit of the day, Sgurr Fhuar-Thuill - hill of the cold hole and they got that name right
The weather had saved its most extreme blasts for this part of the day - wind blew ferociously across us, clag down and what felt like hail, but was probably just cold raindrops being propelled by a furious wind pelting our cheeks. I was particularly sorry not to have my snow goggles in my pack. Gloves soaking, hands cold, body wind-chilled and not really any cover to stop and add another layer - this did not feel like summer! 
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Horrible conditions at the top!
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Another cracking ridge edge to follow which on a better day would have merited lingering, but today it was all about surviving the wind blast and getting down to lower altitude pronto. The path heads along to Sgurr na Fearstaig then turns down to the left at a cairn and curves along the inside of the coire, past Loch Toll a Mhuic.
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Following the Allt down past a pretty waterfall and some old Caledonian pine trees on the way then onto a more defined track that leads down to the mysterious Braulen Lodge - an immaculately maintained house with various bits of high-tech, tennis court etc. Hmm.
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Braulin Lodge
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I had hoped to walk back at least to the start of the track where we'd camped last night, but battling the high winds and getting used to a big pack once again had taken its toll and I was feeling knackered. By this time it's about 7.30 and I'm also famished. A rainbow up ahead spells rain on the way and we decide to look for a place to put up for the night - finding a suitable flat area at Collie garhb-leac and getting the Mexican feast on to cook
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At least the wind has its uses, keeping the midges away while we set up the tent and eat our tea, but it also makes it too cold to sit out for long.
The wind dies away overnight and we wake to mixed showers and sun with no breeze - midge heaven
I put my hand outside the mest inner to get the breakfast stuff in and within seconds it's almost black with the creatures and subsequently peppered with red bites. Fortunately by the time we're ready to move off the breeze has got up enough to keep them away and the walk - all 18km of it back to the car - goes without insect menace. We do spot what i think is a Fox Moth caterpillar though. 
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There are a few cars and bikes at the start of the ascent track as we pass, and there's some sort of meet of men in waxed jackets in Benachran Lodge. Weird folk up to no good with guns
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It takes about 3 and a half hours from tent to car and it's been a pleasant if rather footsore weekend. I'm glad we did the walk up the glen which allowed a chance to experience more of this lovely place, and I didn't actually mind the stormy conditons which allowed a taste of the changeability of our weather. Will have a look at some of the other long walk in hill groups now to tackle over a weekend.
