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It was a most enjoyable day. Really.
With the weather forecast not too good, we decided to head east for two Sub2Ks, to walk the lower one first as the forecast was for (slightly) better weather in the afternoon. Having read of confrontations with a farmer in previous reports, the decision was made to approach Turin Hill from the north.
Turin Hill 4.00km, 106m ascent, 1:34 hrs
From a small lay-by near the entrance to Carsegownie Farm, we crossed the road and walked by the wall at the edge of the field towards the hill - hidden by low cloud and mist.
Gates were no obstacle - but I have a fear of electric fences. I had hoped that as we are currently in 'winter', all stock might have been moved and the fences switched off, but this wasn't the case. (The extra line on the map was us trying to find an easier way over the electric fence.) McMole eventually persuaded me over, insulated by his laminated map. Maybe I was conned - but I didn't get a nasty shock.
Crossing the field, through the mist, we attracted the attention of the sheep that walked purposefully towards us
- Maybe they thought we were carrying sacks of feed ........
By now I was quite convinced we would meet the farmer out checking his flock. My ears strained for the sound of an approaching quad bike - but all was quiet.
It was a relief to leave that field and, past the solar-powered generator for the electric fence, through another gate, we headed uphill on rougher steeper ground. Still with poor visibility, we only made out the ridges and and ditches of the fort as we walked closer.
- The obligatory trig point photo, cairn and sword in the background
Now to head for the cairn - electric fences run each side of the stone dyke but there are wooden stiles and insulation so much easier to cross.
- We walked back to have a closer look at the cairn
- McMole is King - or a wizard with Photoshop!
Apparently there was no explanation of the cairn until 2007 when the memorial plaque was added.
- The plaque was added in 2007 by members of his family
A most moving story, BSM William McKay Jamieson was killed during a training exercise when a soldier accidently dropped a live grenade in the trench. Intending to throw the grenade clear, William picked it up but it exploded in his face and he died of his injuries. (Article in the Sunday Post, May 2007)
Roughly retracing our steps, we returned to the car. A successful walk with no angry farmer and no electric shocks.
On to Mile Hill. The usual carpark on the verge beside the impressive gatehouses of Balintore Castle.
Mile Hill 7.09 km, 271m ascent, 2:30 hrs
We had snacks in the car while a snowstorm swept past - even less visibility - and then as we were putting our boots on, I was dismayed to hear gun shots from the direction we would be walking. Setting off down the track we came across three vehicles parked at the edge of the plantation, and decided the best action would be to wait a while. Shortly after, the shooting stopped and a small party of 'guns' walked around the edge of the forest and broke off towards us. We explained where we had hoped to walk, and were assured we would be fine as there would be no more shooting that day on the south side of the road. After a few more pleasantries, we walked on.
Skirting woodland on the right, the track loops past an unsightly dump, mostly old fridges and cookers, and then swings round avoiding a marshy area towards Hilton Farm. We continued on the track towards Garelaw but turned south before reaching the buildings, heading up beside a small conifer plantation. The stream was easily crossed, and we took a line (with many zigzags on my part) up the steeper flank of Mile Hill, visibility decreasing all the time.
- Leaving the plantation, heading up the lower slopes
- Thank goodness the steepest slopes are behind me now!
- McMole dug out the summit 'cairn'
On our return route, we opted for the gentler slope west towards the col and then back to the stream and plantation, finally to the car.
- Leaving the fine but ruinous gatehouses
The last remaining challenge of the day was putting wet and rather muddy clothing into my (nearly) new car. From experience, I know that this concern for the car's interior will not last long but the first load of wet, dirty clothing is the worst. All that remained now was the drive home, passing the chip shop in Blairgowrie with nostalgia - chips will not be eaten in this car (at least not yet!)
So, to return to my first sentence - yes, it was a really good day. No angry farmer, no electric shocks, no aggressive guns. Despite the poor visibility it was great to be out on hills, and limited visibility is always a chance to hone map and GPS skills in readiness for the occasion they may seriously be needed.
Now to wait for a good weather forecast and get back to higher hills, but in the meantime I have another 498 Sub 2K summits to choose from.