The one where we had a row on Beinn lutharn Mhor
Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2015 5:47 pmAnother belter of a day and what turned out to be perfect walking conditions. Both now sporting delightful "farmers' tans". Left Inverey car park at 9:50am and bike-walked the 6 miles through remote Glen Ey at a not-so-respectable 6mph.
4 miles in we got overtaken by a lean, lithe woman in her early 70s. She speed past us, having sufficient energy to shout out a cheery (totally breathless) greeting.
We stopped in our slow tracks opened mouthed as her hubby/partner followed in her wake approx 1/4 mile behind. What a woman!
Left the bikes just beyond Altanour Lodge and marched off in the direction of Carn Bhac. It was at this point that we spotted a Golden Eagle swooping in low. Absolutely stunning but he didn't stick around long enough for me to hoick the camera from it's snug hidey hole. Ahhhh the one that got away!
Initial part of the trek to Carn Bhac was tiresome with all the high-stepping (think John Cleese) through the heather on our pathless trail. However Carn Bhac revealed itself in all it's not terribly impressive glory and we made it up to the summit just in time for a lovely lunchbreak.
I spotted a group of Dotterel and managed to capture them on camera and then began the descent.
Next stop, Beinn lutharn Mhor....just the small matter of the peat hags first.
Thankfully the very dry conditions made the hags as pleasant to traverse as I imagine they'd ever be.
Peat hags behind us...and ahead the ominously steep slopes of Beinn lutharn Mhor. A slow and arduous ascent.
On the steep, steep slopes was where we had our big row. I insisted on tracking fairly straight up through scree. The Hubs opted to traverse this way and that keeping to mainly grassy sections which were clearly FAR more stable underfoot than the loose scree that I was battling with.
He shouted at me to get across to the grass but I was struggling to go ANYWHERE. He shouted some more with rude words thrown in and I shouted back with ruder words.
He stomped off.
I sat down in a strop.
Hubs made it to the top and disappeared. I sat in a mighty huff on the loose scree, really hoping that it didn't give way completely and send me hurtling back down from whence I'd came.
Eventually I made to the b****y grassy bit and stumped upwards to where Mr Smug was.
We made it along the impressive ridge path, skirting the dramatic corrie in complete silence.
Posed for a few summit piccies. Hubs has HIS sulky face on now.
All fine until the descent got really steep.
Very tricky underfoot and focusing on trying to stay upright in the slippery conditions meant that the cause of the row was forgotten and after an interminable heather track we eventually located the bikes and began the last stage of our journey.
Spirits were lifted on spotting the chained up bikes of the couple who'd overtaken us. They were clearly better bikers.....but we were the quicker walkers.
The return bike ride was very zippy and we were back in 40mins. I only fell off my bike once when trying to swat a biting horsefly on my shin. Over I went with the bike landing somewhere up my bottom. Only the Hubs saw...and he's seen worse, so no harm done other than a nice war wound on my right knee.
Completed in 7 hours and 30 mins.
Walked by Sarah and David (and we'd made up by the time we reached the end of the walk)
- Hubs taking no chances with sunburn today..hence the long trousers
- Plenty of suncream on...no long trousers for me.
- Steep bit. Well it's steep for the likes of us.
4 miles in we got overtaken by a lean, lithe woman in her early 70s. She speed past us, having sufficient energy to shout out a cheery (totally breathless) greeting.
We stopped in our slow tracks opened mouthed as her hubby/partner followed in her wake approx 1/4 mile behind. What a woman!
- Just been overtaken and totally whooped by a female version of Bradley Wiggins
- Ey Burn. Beautiful
- Beinn lutharn Mhor....hopefully our 2nd Munro of the day.
Left the bikes just beyond Altanour Lodge and marched off in the direction of Carn Bhac. It was at this point that we spotted a Golden Eagle swooping in low. Absolutely stunning but he didn't stick around long enough for me to hoick the camera from it's snug hidey hole. Ahhhh the one that got away!
Initial part of the trek to Carn Bhac was tiresome with all the high-stepping (think John Cleese) through the heather on our pathless trail. However Carn Bhac revealed itself in all it's not terribly impressive glory and we made it up to the summit just in time for a lovely lunchbreak.
- Carn Bhac. Not a very dramatic hill at all...but a Munro nonetheless
- Carn Bhac. Pretty awesome backdrop.
- High Cairngorms as seen from Carn Bhac. Boring hill but fabulous viewpoint!
I spotted a group of Dotterel and managed to capture them on camera and then began the descent.
- Dotterel on Carn Bhac summit.
- Ptarmingan eggs...we think. All hatched out and empty. I arranged them to look pretty
Next stop, Beinn lutharn Mhor....just the small matter of the peat hags first.
- Ooooh lovely peat hags. Whoop di doo
Thankfully the very dry conditions made the hags as pleasant to traverse as I imagine they'd ever be.
- On the peat hags we spooked some grouse parents who courageously abandoned their baby. Fortunately it was just Hubs,me and the camera. Bad parents. Appearing on Jeremy Kyle soon.
Peat hags behind us...and ahead the ominously steep slopes of Beinn lutharn Mhor. A slow and arduous ascent.
- This was a beast.
On the steep, steep slopes was where we had our big row. I insisted on tracking fairly straight up through scree. The Hubs opted to traverse this way and that keeping to mainly grassy sections which were clearly FAR more stable underfoot than the loose scree that I was battling with.
He shouted at me to get across to the grass but I was struggling to go ANYWHERE. He shouted some more with rude words thrown in and I shouted back with ruder words.
He stomped off.
I sat down in a strop.
Hubs made it to the top and disappeared. I sat in a mighty huff on the loose scree, really hoping that it didn't give way completely and send me hurtling back down from whence I'd came.
Eventually I made to the b****y grassy bit and stumped upwards to where Mr Smug was.
- Summit cairn up ahead. Behind me is a fuming Husband (slightly smug)
We made it along the impressive ridge path, skirting the dramatic corrie in complete silence.
- Under the shadow of that hat he's giving me the stink-eye
Posed for a few summit piccies. Hubs has HIS sulky face on now.
- Yay! Made it
- Jump shot on Beinn lutharn Mhor (we're on "photo-taking terms" by now!)
- He's not happy with his wife tho'
- High Cairngorms from Beinn lutharn Mhor.
- Lochan Uaine from Beinn lutharn mhor.
- Glen Ey coming into view beyond the second cairn on Beinn lutharn Mhor.
All fine until the descent got really steep.
- The Hubs and Glen Ey stretched out before him
- Last photo of the day. Somewhere down there are our bikes.
Very tricky underfoot and focusing on trying to stay upright in the slippery conditions meant that the cause of the row was forgotten and after an interminable heather track we eventually located the bikes and began the last stage of our journey.
Spirits were lifted on spotting the chained up bikes of the couple who'd overtaken us. They were clearly better bikers.....but we were the quicker walkers.
The return bike ride was very zippy and we were back in 40mins. I only fell off my bike once when trying to swat a biting horsefly on my shin. Over I went with the bike landing somewhere up my bottom. Only the Hubs saw...and he's seen worse, so no harm done other than a nice war wound on my right knee.
Completed in 7 hours and 30 mins.
Walked by Sarah and David (and we'd made up by the time we reached the end of the walk)
Thanks for setting me straight. Have amended accordingly. 
