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Usinis. I woke in the tent to no sound of wind but I didn't get the implication until I put my head out - into a huge cloud of midges waiting for me. At this point the bothy was a godsend as I ran for it and slammed the door on them to have a leisurely breakfast inside. I forgot to mention that the previous evening I had removed two ticks from my legs and would come to see them as a greater menace than midges. I tucked my trousers into my socks, put on waterproof overtrousers then gaiters but still manged to get one or two a day until I left the east coast heather fields.
Today I was going to leave most of my gear in the bothy and go relatively lightweight over Ben Coradail and Beinn Mhor. Forgive me the odd inconsistency in spelling as everything round here has two spellings - a Norse/English version and a Gaelic one. It was difficult to tie up the bus timetable (fairly anglicised) with the ordnance survey map (resolutely Gaelic). Before setting off I put my midge head net on and pulled up a load of nettles. Then Danny and I set off - Danny to head home.
Off into the heather again
Benmor1 by
Peter Lynn, on Flickr
At the bealach betwen Hecla and Ben Coradail I said goodbye to Danny and set off up towards Ben Coradail.
Looking back to Loch Coradail
benmor2 by
Peter Lynn, on Flickr
Ridge up to Ben Corodail
benmor3 by
Peter Lynn, on Flickr
As often on bealachs there were quite a few lochans and small crags to negotiate.
Bit closer
benmor4 by
Peter Lynn, on Flickr
Making progress
benmor5 by
Peter Lynn, on Flickr
Loch Coradail and Usinis Bay
benmor6 by
Peter Lynn, on Flickr
I checked at this point with the walkhighlands route saved on my iphone to see if I was really meant to traverse this very steep grass slope below the crags - and I was. So I did. Just after taking the photo below a white tailed eagle came flapping around these crags from right to left and the disappeared over the ridge left. It was about 200 metres away.
Crags below summit
benmor7 by
Peter Lynn, on Flickr
Looking back to the steep bit
benmor8 by
Peter Lynn, on Flickr
It was now just a short loop back to the summit cairn.
Summit Ben Coradail
benmor10 by
Peter Lynn, on Flickr
Shoulder of Beinn Mhor and coast south from Ben Coradail
benmor12 by
Peter Lynn, on Flickr
I then followed the recommended route down the SE ridge before cutting back to the bealach between Ben Coradail and Beinn Mhor. By this time cloud had come down on Beinn Mhor and sometimes Hecla and Ben Coradail too.
NE ridge up to Beinn Mhor
benmor13 by
Peter Lynn, on Flickr
Heading up the NE ridge of BeinnMhor I was overtaken by a collie and a friend of Danny's who after saying hello disappeared into the mist. There was also another party with a dog heading up behind me. It was just a matter of following the broad ridge upwards into the cloud. The ridge got narrower after a while and there were a few rocky towers with bypass paths.
Narrow bit of ridge
benmor14 by
Peter Lynn, on Flickr
Finally the path just petered out and, because I had read the route notes, I knew I had to do a U-turn to reach the actual summit. Visibility was about 20 metres. A strange summit shelter with no entrance so I had to climb over the stone wall to get in.
No view so just me - summit of Beinn Mhor
benmor15 by
Peter Lynn, on Flickr
I then reversed my route meeting a couple of parties on the way down the main ridge before cutting across to traverse the shoulder of Ben Coradail to reach the bealach between it and Hecla. Then it was down past Loch Coradail again and into the heather hell
Back to cloud shrouded Beinn Mhor from shoulder of ben Coradail
benmor16 by
Peter Lynn, on Flickr
It had been raining on and off so I decided to take my tent down and sleep in the bothy. I went down to the peat cutting to get myself some more peat and had a good fire again to accompany my expedition food. I took a couple of sips from the half bottle of Laphroaig which I had decanted into a plastic mineral water bottle but on my own it seemed a bit pointless, I guess it needs company to share it with. So it was an early night with a good sleep undisturbed by rats. Tomorrow I'd be heading south into what was billed as very difficult territory.