I drove up from London on the Saturday and camped at Tyndrum. Next morning I drove up to the car park at Victoria Bridge. I was last here in the 90s, and remembered you set off from the car park on the track to Clashgour, as per my 1989 OS map which I was using. What I hadn't realised was that the car park I had parked in was a new one, away from Forest Lodge. The bridge where people were camping was not in fact Victoria Bridge, which was slightly further up the road. I had therefore cycled off up the wrong track to the monument. This didn't seem right, and I soon ended up in a field of cows. At least there was a nice view back to Loch Tulla.

Returning to the car, I consulted the 2015 Memory Map on my iPad and realised my mistake. So I set off on my bike again up the road to Forest Lodge.
A peacock was displaying at Forest Lodge, but the peahen didn't seem that interested. Or perhaps she was just playing hard to get.

I soon reached the point where the footpath by the Abhainn Shira branched away from the track to Clashgour Farm. Judging by the signs, the farmer preferred people take the path by the stream. I remembered weedavie had commented they were fed up with cyclists at Clashgour.

I had been planning to leave the bike at Clashgour, but maybe this wasn't such a good idea. I was pretty sure I had a right of way via the farm, but had no desire to upset anyone. So I took the path by the river thinking I could perhaps head up to the farm by the gate further on (which was the way we had gone some 20 years ago on a short walk when the weather was too vile for a winter hill walk).
The path wasn't cyclable, so I locked up the bike a few yards further on, just out of sight from the track. It was a pleasant walk by the river, with the light occasionally breaking through the clouds.

On reaching the gate, I found it closed and locked. Again, things had changed since I was last here.

I contemplated climbing over the gate and heading up via Clashgour. But the Mam nan Sac route looked shrouded in low clouds and the route by the Abhainn Shira was pleasant, so I decided to carry on and have a look at Loch Dochart and see if I could get up to Meall nan Eun that way. So I crossed the ford and carried on through a partly wooded section, where my foot went into the mud to my knee at one point. I was a bit confused to see a footbridge ahead, as I thought I had already forded the Abhainn Shira, but on checking the map I realised that I had taken the side path through the trees (some of which must have been cut down since my map was printed) and this footbridge was the true crossing over the Abhainn Shira.

I carried on along what was now a better track towards Loch Dochart. This part would have been cyclable if I had got the bike this far (perhaps via Clashgour). There were some orchids along the way.

Soon Loch Dochard came into view, with glimpses of Meall nan Eun in the low cloud.

The sun began to come out as I reached the Loch, and I was pleased to have come this way as there were some good views across to Meall nan Eun and the Etive Hills.



From what I had read in Irvine Butterfield's 'The High Mountains' and weedavie's comment, the approach to Meall nan Eun across the flat ground west of Loch Dochard was likely to be a bogfest. But there had been a prolonged dry spell (albeit it had rained heavily after I got my tent up last night) so I carried on, looking for a possible way across. To my surprise I found what looked a viable track heading in the right direction (which can just be made out branching off to the right in the next picture - it was clearer on the ground).

This started off well, and was quite dry (as Scottish tracks go).

It forded a stream, with the views to Meall nan Eun improving all the time.

From this point the track disappeared. There was a semblance of a path, but it was getting boggier and at one point I went in up to my knees for a second time. This would not be a sensible route in wet conditions, but it was perfectly passable in dry conditions. You can put your foot in a bog on most routes in Scotland if you're not careful.

The next decision was whether I took weedavie's route up the obvious gully on the SE face of the hill or went up the valley of Coire Chaorach to the left. I decided the valley looked easier and there was a nice waterslide that way.



The obvious route was to follow the stream all the way up to the bealach with Meall Tarsuinn. But it's difficult to resist the temptation to head up early. I climbed gradually away from the stream, looking for a way up past the crags to my right, even though the ground was rougher and I was making slower progress. Eventually the crags began to break up, and I thought I could see a way up.

I climbed steeply up, with the odd minor scramble over rocky bits, and good views back to the more sensible route.

As the gradient began to ease, some deer appeared on the skyline. As they often do, they looked surprised to see a human appearing in their territory.

I cleared the crags and emerged onto the plateau. Soon the summit cairn appeared.

An easy stroll took me to the summit. It had taken me just over 4 hours to get here (not counting the abortive start). It was now 12:15; time for lunch part 1.

The earlier low cloud had cleared during my approach and moving away from the cairn gave good views
to the Stob Ghabhar group and back to Loch Dochard and Loch Tulla beyond.


For the return route I headed down to the bealach.

My last (and 250th) Munro, Beinn Fhionnlaidh could be seen emerging from the clouds.

I descended by a much easier route following the stream down into Coire Chaorach.


There were some more orchids here.

I stopped at the waterslide to wash my feet in the cool water.

It was then just a matter of picking up my outward route and following it back. But that wasn't so easy on the boggy flats west of Loch Dochard, and my foot went in up to the knee for the third time today.

It had cleared up nicely by now, and I retook some of my photos from earlier plus a few from different angles.





I saw a distant speck which looked like it might be an eagle above the ridge leading down from Stob a' Choire Odhair, but it was too far away to come out on a photo.


Eventually I reached where I had left the bike.

It was a good fast ride out down the track. Here I met my first other people of the day.
This is probably the most scenic approach to Meall nan Eun if doing it on its own, but only to be attempted in dry conditions.