Corra Bheinn
Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2016 7:49 pmBeen a while since I posted here but the wee one is a bit more independent than she used to be. What developed from being a day with low cloud turned into one of those rare and memorable experiences on the hill. A family holiday to Mull meant that I had earned a wee trip up one of the Grahams still on my outstanding list - of which there are many at the moment. Emma and baby would drive round to Bunessan for buns, drop me off in Glen More and then come back and pick me up after cake consumption. This gave me a window of approximately 2 hours so it was shorts and fell shoes once out of the car. At a frigid 6C, I left my jeans behind the old bridge so that if i was down before my wife arrived, I wouldn't get too cold.
I waved good bye to my wife who shouted 'don't die', then I took off up the decent path which runs to the Loch (Scriodain, I think) and then made for the obvious SW shoulder. At about 200m, I disappeared into the clag. The road was nowhere to be seen but I could hear the odd car whizz along. Given the time constraints, it was head down and go for it, while being careful to avoid some of the crags. At about 500m, I could hear what sounded like the motocross GP and eventually located the source as being a large pool of frogs writhing around in ecstasy. Did they know what was about to happen?
At about 550m, I could feel the sun burning through the cloud and as I climbed, I looked West hopeful of a cloud inversion and views. I was not wrong and was delighted at the impressive views to Ben More. Getting to the summit trig point and the vista was quite incredible, with Skye on the horizon but the Ben More-A Chioch ridge was the absolute star of the show. It was roasting and I enjoyed basking in the sun for 10 minutes before receiving a text that the buns were dry and she was heading to collect me, unimpressed. I was loathe to leave but hastened down the hill and back to the waiting wife within 1 hour 45 minutes. An absolute belter of a hill especially in those conditions.
I waved good bye to my wife who shouted 'don't die', then I took off up the decent path which runs to the Loch (Scriodain, I think) and then made for the obvious SW shoulder. At about 200m, I disappeared into the clag. The road was nowhere to be seen but I could hear the odd car whizz along. Given the time constraints, it was head down and go for it, while being careful to avoid some of the crags. At about 500m, I could hear what sounded like the motocross GP and eventually located the source as being a large pool of frogs writhing around in ecstasy. Did they know what was about to happen?
At about 550m, I could feel the sun burning through the cloud and as I climbed, I looked West hopeful of a cloud inversion and views. I was not wrong and was delighted at the impressive views to Ben More. Getting to the summit trig point and the vista was quite incredible, with Skye on the horizon but the Ben More-A Chioch ridge was the absolute star of the show. It was roasting and I enjoyed basking in the sun for 10 minutes before receiving a text that the buns were dry and she was heading to collect me, unimpressed. I was loathe to leave but hastened down the hill and back to the waiting wife within 1 hour 45 minutes. An absolute belter of a hill especially in those conditions.
- The start of my emergence from the gloom
- Hello there Jose!
- Ben More-A Chioch ridge aka hill porn
- Looking N to An Tir Mor
......you could have just pretended that there was no signal and you didn't get the text 
- cheers 
