The rainfall overnight on Thursday was substantial, as were the winds on Friday morning and it was with some trepidation that we set off. Fortunately the afternoon on Friday was dry and we got pitched without difficulty. No other tents in the site (funny that) and a lot of the surrounding land flooded with resident geese and swans bobbing about. Not a trace of snow on the Ochills - with snow forecast overnight I suspectred they wouldn't look so green on Saturday morning. A very gusty night in the tent, Allison waking up to beat imaginary snow off the tent roof about 3am, then real snow later in the night. When we did get up and look out there was a modest covering on the ground, but the hills were indeed white. I breakfasted on porridge and set off in the car, parking at Alva Glen - Allison could always walk in and get a lift back to the campsite if she wished.
View to the Ochills - Friday pm

View to the Ochills - Sat am

I can't remember ever being in this Glen before, although I'm almost sure I have been...followed the walkway round to The Gowls then along to the west of The Nebit to a small bridge over the stream and up the slopes of Craighorn. The snow was only a couple of inches deep most of the time, the wind intermittently ferocious when it could get a blow at you. I laboured up to the summit of Craighorn and was rewarded with some views over to Ben Cleuch. From here, the route I was following took me west, rather than keeping height and going the slightly longer route to the north - a sizeable dip down into Birken Glen and a steepish ascent up the southern flank of Blairdenon followed. I needed the exercise anyway


Big Torry

Walking up the Glen

Light on the Forth

Top of Craighorn

Dark skies over Alva

Blairdenon

Bengengie


Ben Cleuch

Blairdenon summit


My descent route had been to go over Bengengie Hill and to continue south to the end of the ridge, but I could see the another snowstorm coming on and decided to cut things short and head down steeply by the West Cameron Burn to pick up the track along Alva Glen. There were a number of sheep startled by me sudden appearance as I wended my way down the grassy/snowy slopes and hit the track. There's a sizeable cutback at The Cloves and I did swither about dropping down into the glen itself and following the course of the burn, but I reckoned it would get a bit steep (it did) so I was glad I'd chosen to do the extra distance and keep to the track. The storm hit me from behind, darkening the sky and sending spindrift high into the air - not to mention almost blowing me off my feet. I kept trotting along and passed the section where I'd headed up Craighorn, then retraced my steps back down into the Glen. Allison had texted me to say she'd gone back to the tent (after finding a coffee shop to pass some time in). Rain put paid to heading out anywhere else after I'd got back to the tent myself.
Down into the glen

More snowstorms



On Sunday I packed up the tent. Allison suffering a bit from her exertions the previous day was just planning to sit in the car and read whilst I nipped up Innerdownie from Glendevon - I was hoping to be back within 2 hours. As we drove past Dollar and round to Yetts o Muckart it was evident that there had been more snow here overnight - most round the southern side of the Ochills seemed to have melted, but not here. We parked down the wee lane at the church over fresh snow several inches deep - this might retard my time goal. I set off, having decided to pack my snow shoes and headed along the road to the bridge at the Watch Tower Lodge. From here I went straight up the northern aspect of Glenquey Hill - knee deep in snow for much of it. At the top is a waymark post and I paused here to put my snowshoes on, the terrain having flattened out suitably and the snow being 4-6 inches deep in the main. There was a trail, buried under snow but visible and I stuck to this as it wound up the hillside. Snowshoes definately helped progress, although I was still quite tired as I lumbered up to the cairn. Turn about and head down, following my distinctive tracks, meeting a group of 4 walkers coming up, stopped for a chat. Kept the snowshoes on even over the steeper tussocky ground and managed not to break an ankle, only tripped up once


Up Glenquey Hill



In case you were lost

It's up there





So the Ochills done (for now - no doubt a certain person will be encouraging me to do them again with her at soem future point when she has regained the use of her legs). Have quite enjoyed these hills, be good to see them in better weather conditions too.