So it had to be somewhere easily accessible for someone living in the effete South: 10 hours to the Torridons is just too far

I've looked at the pics of Crianlarich Hills a few times, and they looked pretty good - lots of visual character and great views, as well as being quite challenging - so the decision more or less made itself.
Then there is the weather (clag bound hills hold little attraction for this softie); but good old MWIS indicated that Friday 15th would be one of the few reasonable days; so another decision made.
Setting off early on Thursday afternoon I hoped to get to the start point around 8.00pm in order to be able to pitch my tent and get an early night.
Unfortunately the M6 was its usual jammed self, so delay was inevitable...
Driving along the bonny bonny banks of Loch Lomond there were some VERY heavy showers. I just hoped that MWIS had got it right!
With the traffic problems, I didn't arrive until dusk. Fortunately, after a short search for a suitable patch of ground, I chanced on the entrance to the track up to Beinn Chabair, and managed to find just sufficient square metres for the tent. Yes I know: not exactly wild....

And incredibly stony ground - I was very glad I'd brought a mattress!
The beasties were out in force, but I was prepared, thanks to innumerable WH reports detailing the horrors this year: head net; tightly zipped waterproof, and DEET on the back of my hands. Success! Tent erected without being bitten, and no midges inside!

The plan was to cycle from the site to Ben More farm at the start of the Ben More ascent, do the round, and then collect the bike with the car. I've done this combined bike-and-walk approach to tackle the Torridons and the South Glen Shiel (reports earlier this year), and I can highly recommend it as a really good way of doing linear ridges without having to face a really long dull slog back.
I set the alarm for 4.30, so I’d be well up the hill by sunrise, and then turned in. It was astonishingly warm and I thought I slept fitfully, but when I awoke finally, it was 5.30: yet again I’d managed to mess up setting the alarm!
I quickly dressed and donned the beastie armour - fortunately: there was no wind, and they were out in force; but clad like a Roman Legionnaire, I was able to pack everything up and get off on the bike without their being able to penetrate the armour.

As always, it’s wonderful being out early (well, reasonably early) and seeing the hills in the morning sun.

The forecast is for cloud generally clearing the tops, especially in the central and southern area, though occasionally down as low as 800m in the early part of the morning. Looking up at Ben More I have 2 emotions: firstly, thank goodness there’s very little cloud so far; and secondly, it looks a very long way to the top!
Arriving at Benmore farm at 6.55, I stow the bike out of site under some trees, and then look up at the Ben: yep, it looks like quite a grind!


I start off on the track, but quickly get fed up with doing large loops, and strike off on the direct route to the top.

In “Walking the Munros”, Steve Kew says of Ben More: “’A long steep grind’ is a phrase that comes to mind to describe the relentless climb to its top. Actually, some rather more colourful adjectives come to mind, but they are best left to the imagination.”

It’s quite straightforward in fact, but it does seem interminable, and I don’t see the summit until 8.45.

A beclagged summit (or should that be beclug??) is nothing to hang around for, though, so the breakfast croissant is eaten on the descent to the bealach between the Ben and Stob Binnean.
Dropping out of the cloud I see the bealach: 200+ metres climb to Stob Binnean! But it's early and I'm feeling quite fresh. And I know there are much more challenging ascents to come





Another breakfast croissant, and then from Stob Binnein I cut straight down towards the bealach between Stob Binnein and Stob Garbh.








.... oops- I mean Stob Garbh




The slog up to Stob Garbh is pretty steep and has been quite tiring - I don't get to the summit until 11.40. What a wimp




When it's like this, you don't have to question why you do it: the question answers itself. In some unfathomable way, solitude is company - something about company with all the kindred souls have walked these hills and experienced similar emotions, and all the generations to come who will experience them in the future.
As I look around I see another solitary walker heading away from Cruach Ardrain towards Ben Tulaichean. We wave to one another.
After a cheeze-and-salami-and Branston-Pickle sandwich, I too head off towards Ben Tulaichean. It's and easy walk, and I get there at 13.00.


It's a pretty long drop into the bealach - about 500m; and then another 400m back up to Beinn a' Chroin. Going up is now hard work. I'm panting like a steam engine, and stopping pretty frequently for breathers. Definitely a wimp

But the day is improving all the time, and the immense views in all directions make it more than worthwhile.


Now the rough and gruff An Caisteal is in view


Looking back, Ben More and Stob Binnain look a long way off. No wonder the prospect of a half of shandy at the end seems so appealing.



As I start the climb to Beinn Chabhair, my legs really feel quite leaden. I know this 300m ascent is going to take a long time. And it does....
As I climb, briefly and amazingly the skies clear.


It would have been nice to have had sun all day, but judging by the amount of water I've drunk - at least 4 litres - I probably wouldn't have survived those long ascents.
The wind is quite strong now, and in just a few minutes of absorbing the wonderful views I start to get quite chilly.
So I quickly head down towards Lochan Beinn Chabhair.



2o minutes later I'm back at the car, and I drive back to Benmore Farm to collect the bike.
And then on to a place of - at this point in the day - considerable cultural, historical and architectural interest...
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If one is planning to do these hills in one push, I think doing it this way round has a couple of things to recommend it: firstly, you don't have the big pulls up to Stob Binnein and Ben More at the end of what is a long day; and secondly, you don't have to flog through telmatological (
