I had intended to be in Shiel Bridge for the 2 Saddle Tops I needed today, but the promise of a good forecast for 48 hours prompted me to bring forward the Mullardochs. This meant that I didn't have my sac packed when I arrived at the dam about 4.30pm and had to spend the best part of an hour, beset by midges, transferring all the stuff I'd need. I'd routed out a walk of about 80-85km with around 7000m ascent, by far the longest I'd done solo, and was unsure whether I'd need 3 or 4 days. So more food had to go in, resulting in the pack weight being substantially heavier than I'd have liked. Humphing it onto my back, I set off directly from the car park, up the slopes of Coire Eoghainn. This was steep grassy boggy ground and I was struggling a bit. A chipotle tortilla wrap helped and after a couple of hours I'd got to the first Top on the circuit, Creag Dubh. I had hoped to get as far as the bealach between Carn nan Gobhar and Lapaich this evening, but the ground was so beautifully soft and mossy I decided to stop here. I was trying out my new tent - a Hilleberg Enan - wonderfully light at 1.1kg but I did wonder how it would stand up to winds at altitude, since I was likely to be high camping all round the circuit. Verdict - great wee tent, easy and very quick to pitch, roomy but prone to condensation (solved by opeining the outer flap as long as the rain's no coming in at you that way). Can't comment on wind resistance as I had 3 perfect evenings

The Prelude
Up onto the high ground

Carn nan Gabhar & Sgurr na Lapaich from top Creag Dubh


A wee whisky before bed



[Now I'm annoyed cos the cat's just stood on the computer and deleted the next section of this report that took me an hour to write. Like MacArthur Park I may never find that recipe again

I sat drinking whisky and looking out at the sunset then curled up inside the tent and listened to the utter silence of the night. Nothing disturbed the stillness - not a breeze, not a meteor. Around 4am I started to hear the occasional thud of deer hooves in the ground quite nearby, then more silence. Light began to filter into the tent inner about 5am and I stirred myself to rise and look out at the new morning. Pink tinged fluffy clouds float high above the hills. Sgurr na Lapaich - the second Munro on my agenda - catches most of the attention as Carn na Gahbar, just up the slope is a featureless rise in the landscape. Packing up the tent I'm at its top in less than 20 minutes, then down into the bealach with Lapaich. Loch Tuill Bearnach lay smooth as beaten silver at the base of the impressive cliffs. I followed the path up, crossing boulders near the top then stood at the cairn gazing around. To the north lay the Strathfarrar hills, further west the mighty flanks of Maoile Lunndaidh plunged into Loch Monar.
Day 1
Sgurr na Lapaich from Carn nan Gabhar




Loch Monar, Maoile Lunndaidh

Sgurr nan Clach Geala from Lapaich

I travelled down to the bealach with the Munro Top, Sgurr na Clach Geala, left my pack and walked unfettered to my second Top of the trip. Next it was down the lush grassy hillside, all 300-odd metres drop of it to Creagan Toll an Lochain, frogs propelling themselves in panic around my feet. i stopped to drink from one of the several springs coming from the mountainside itself - pure and sweet. I was minded that there are limited places to fill up on water as it's mostly high level walking, so this was a good place to drink my fill and top up my bottles. I turned up out of Coire Gnada onto the long ribbon of An Riabachan - a thoroughly enjoyable high level promenade. This was the easiest part of the day. Next came a steep descent to Bealach a'Bholla before the brutal 200-odd metre re-ascent to An Socach. Puffing a bit I gazed out over to Cheesecake (looking distinctly squat rather than pointy from here), Lurg Mhor and Beinn Dronaig. As I walked along the ridge I noticed the scalloped side of Aonach Bhuide - one I haven't been up yet. Strange to think how close I was to Kintail despite the 100-mile drive to get to Mullardoch.
Loch mullardoch, looking west

An Riabhachan

Loch Mor/ Lapaich


Steeply down to the bealach

An Socach


Loch Calavie, Beinn Dronaig

The big curve to Meall Shuas

Ahead of me stretched the wide curving arm of the west ridge of An Socach ending in Meall Shuas and the part of the day I was dreading - completely losing all my height and returning to starting level (albeit 250m at Loch Mullardoch) then immediately heading back up to 1000m. i'd speculated on which way to head up to the southern range - either up Ceathreamnhan, covering the 4 west tops in the process then down the whole length of Dheiragain and back, or vice versa. It was less miles to do the latter route and I studied the best way up Dheiragain as I descended the boggy slopes to the loch. It looked best to head up alongside the Allt Cam. Reaching the Gobh-Alltan I crossed nimbly on stepping stones then sat, trying to summon up the energy and motivation to slog it back up. I watched the gress stems bending in the breeze, flowering heads occasionally crowned by a visit from a Scotch Angus butterfly. Eventually I girded my loins and set off, passing a ruined sheiling and following the river on its west bank. Surprisingly I came across an ATV track which gave me heart - I always find it easier to climb uphill if there's a path to follow, no matter how boggy and prone to dematerialising. It was a bit of an ordeal and took me a couple of hours to make it up into Coire Aird, where the awaited Top of Mullach Sithidh rose to the right. Breathe, step, slog - got there eventually. I looked back over the hills I'd come over today, then on ahead to the mighty pyramid of Ceathreamnhan rising ahead, with its long west ridge.
Fhionnlaidh

The way ahead - Mullach nan Dheiragain

Scotch argus

Crossing the river

Boggy ATV track up Dheiragain

Up to Coire Aird

Looking towards summit of Dheiragain. Tops of Ceathreamhnan to the R

The day's toll is telling...

It was only a short distance to Mullach na Dheiragain summit, making me cross that I hadn't nipped over to the Top when climbing Mullach the first time. I intended to head to the bealach between Carn na Con Dhu and Ceathreamnhan and camp, but by the time I'd reached the top of Carn na Con Dhu I had run out of energy and pitched right there. I rationalised that it might be stonier down the way, but really I was just done in. It was about tea time and I made my noodly repast. After eating this and some chocolate I felt somewhat revived. I could either sit the evening out or I could head off to the Ceathreamhnan tops tonight. I knew my tomorrow-self would welcome the latter course of action so I took a few essentials into the sac and headed off. Clag had come down, covering the western side of Ceathreamhnan, and it looked like rain was coming. Ach well. It wasn't too bad climbing up to the main summit, then there's a wee scrambly bit over to the West top. The Kintail hills stretched away to my left as I followed a line of fence posts along the ridge, visiting the line of summits in turn. It is a fair way (10km there and back to the tent) and I was cursing the final top, Stuc Fraoch Coire at 918m for not being 4m shorter so I wouldn't have had to climb the bloody thing. However on the return leg the sky began to turn to gold and the dying sunlight caught the west-facing flanks of the hills bathing them in a roseate glow. On the way back I was cursing me decision not to pitch at the lower bealach as I had another 100m or so ascent to get back to the tent. By the time I'd returned the light had faded away and I simply crawled into my bag and crashed out - three and a bit hours that trip had taken and another 1000m ascent but I was really glad I'd got it done tonight.
Pitch on Carn na Con Dhu

Up Ceathreamhnan

Over to Kintail

West Top

The ridge to the other Tops


The final Top in sight

Ceathreamhnan turning red






Back at the tent

Another fine morning dawned through the screen of the tent, another peaceful night despite the altitude of 950m. It occurred to me that I could bypass Ceathreamhnan by contouring round Coire nan Dearcag and rejoining the ridge before Stob Coire na Cloiche. This had the added advantage of providing another water-fill up point. Back on the ridge it was follow the path along to An Socach (Affric variety) and away down to Bealach Coire Ghaidheil with fine views down the side of Beinn Fhionnlaidh. next up was the oblique path up the side of Mam Sodhail - it's another 400m or so, but the gradient of the path makes it seem much easier than otherwise. I diverged from the path at the 1068m point then headed out to the first outlier, Creag Coire na Each. Back along the coire rim and to the 1108m point, out again, this time to An Tudair. Over to my left stretched the long limb to Sgurr na Lapaich. I wasn't sure if I should leave my sac for that length of time. i sat and had lunch at the top of the spur, watching an industrious spider on the grass by my side. Hell, let's just leave it, what's the worst that can happen in 8km rucksackless? I did worry about it rolling over the edge into the deep deep coire, or being molested by a stag but that's just irrational.
day 2

ceathreamhnan

An Socach top

Creag Coire nan Each

An Tudair & Sgurr na Lapaich

Sgurr na Lapaich


It's a long way out, but easy enough going. There are good views down to Affric and The Ben was silhouetted in blue against the skyline. I saw a group of folk up on Carn Eighe - the first (and only people I saw on the whole trip). Walking back from the Top, Carn Eighe looked most impressive, with Loch Uaine below the huge curve. I met up with the group of walkers at the Cairn on Mam Sodhail - they were doing a through walk through from Affric to Kintail, which sounded good. Looking out from the cairn I could see the outline of Skye with nary a cloud sitting on the mountaintops. Typical!!
I had been intending to head down to Beinn Fhionnlaidh and camp on the fine smooth plain that is Bealach Beag - but that did mean having to lug my pack back up 400m to the top of Carn Eighe in the morning. A plan so cunning you could pin a tail on it and call it a weasel (sorry Blackadder) occurred - I could see a few spots of grass in the bealach between Mam Sodhail & Carn Eighe - at 1050m that would leave me a small ascent if I pitched there. I scouted around when I got down and found an almost possible spot, pitched and set off with a minimal pack to contour round the side of Eighe, heading down to the Top of Stob Coire Lochan, a mere pimple before the more meaty rise of Fhionnlaidh. Scooted back the same way, stopping to collect some water from the good spring on the side of Carn Eighe. Back at the high bealach I noticed a better spot for the tent about 10m further along and moved kit and kaboodle. The midges were quite bad, so I was forced to retreat inside the bug net. Missed the sunset as I didn't dare venture out and had pitched to greet the dawn not the dusk, but could see the inner of the tent turn red as the sun sank. It's funny how your body clock adjusts so quickly to the natural rhythms when you are out in nature alone - up with the sunrise, sleep with the sunset - so right.
Looking back to Mam Sodhail

Glen Affric

Carn Eighe

Fhionnlaidh & Stob Coire Lochan



Another perfect morning, greeted with a welcome bark from a stag laying in the coire nearby. Great cloud formations over Sgurr na Lapaich from the vestibule and when I went outside there was Skye pink against the western vista and the valleys filled with foamy white seas of cloud. Spectacular. I was up on top of Carn Eighe before 7am, just drinking in the beauty around me, knowing that I had the rest of the walk in the bag. Off over the flat back of Carn Eighe then the fractured pinnacles and on over the sinuous lenght of this fine hill. I was flanked by a Sgurr na Lapaich on each side - one the northern Munro, one the southern Munro Top, both fine hills. It was just a pleasure heading over the mossy back of Tom a'Choinnich and on to Toll Creagach. Eventually I reached the top of Fraoch Coire and set off down into boggy, tufty terrain. I kept to the right of the Allt, trying to avoid subterranean streams and other holes hidden in the foliage. After a while I got to the Scots Pines at the bottom of the coire and followed the deer fence round (I should have gone through the gate, but didn't) and managing to extricate myself eventually by a wee scramble over the fence by the power station. Onto the tarmac and wow - the heat! Trotted the few km back to the car, baking in the sun. Unfortunately there were numerous clegs waiting at the car, which made getting changed somewhat perilous, but managed to avoid getting bitten as I changed shirt and trousers in the car park and rejoiced in the memory of three fine days in a most beautiful part of the country. It was as if summer had been distilled into these few days, and what a perfect time for it to have happened.
Dawn on Carn Eighe




Carn Eighe





looking along Carn Eighe





Sgurr na Lapaich (N)

Sgurr na Lapaich (S)


Loch Mullardoch


Oh for a Lilo...
