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Poor old Little Wyvis – totally overshadowed by Big Wyvis – probably hardly ever sees a pair of boots, other than forester’s ones! No-one’s written a report on it yet either. Anyway, feeling sorry for it one day, I diverted from Big Wyvis and summitted his little brother instead… NOT!
Actually, what really happened was something which really annoyed me at the time! I’d set out for Big Wyvis (aka Ben) around 11 one lovely morning. It was sunny and warm, Big Wyvis was totally plastered in beautiful crisp, set, snow and looked magnificent… oh, and it was a bit windy too.
I set off up the path through the forest which the SMC guide (my version) had led me to believe was horribly boggy and nasty, however, the path had been fixed and was a superb firm, stony surface now. Wonderful! I made rapid progress up it reaching the end of the forest in around 20 minutes, admiring the gleaming flanks of Big Wyvis with anticipation all the way.
Then I noticed 2 things… a chappie sat on a rock by the river and also 2 folks coming back down the steep slopes of An Cabar… already! At only 1100 I was a bit surprised people were already coming back down and commented to the chap sat on the rock – he informed me that he’d come back down from An Cabar without summitting as it was dangerously windy up there. I wondered if the other 2 were doing the same?
I looked up and studied the sky to try to assess how fast the clouds were going overhead – it looked quite windy but not unduly so. Still, I knew I wasn’t good in high winds and easily get blown over so stood there debating whether I should go for it or not. In the end I decided discretion was the better part of valour (not that I have much valour) so I changed my plan to Little Wyvis – at least that way I would bag a Corbett and not completely waste my day.
I went a little further along the burn until I could find an easy crossing place, crossed and set off up the very boggy hillside beside the forest edge. There were bits of squelchy path here and there but nothing continuous. It became quite a steep pull and fairly monotonous really…
Near the top of the slope, I walked through an extremely green and slimy section of soggy ground. Wondering what kind of new bog plant this was I peered closely at it as I walked through it. Suddenly I noticed a deer’s leg bone – I’d been walking through the very rotten remains of a dead deer thinking it was just bog – ugh!
After a short and very steep and slippery section of bog the ground flattened out briefly and in between there and the next rise was one of the estate tracks. I decided to follow that as it was heading uphill and I thought it may well go to the summit. The track continued to just below the summit and then I just had to ascend a very steep bank – by now on snow. Then the summit was in sight and quickly reached.
I noticed it was fairly windy on top but the only problem was the fairly high wind-chill – other than that, it was by no means dangerously strong. Even with another few hundred feet I wouldn’t have thought it would have been much worse really. I looked across at Big Wyvis gleaming in the sun and got pretty grumpy – that was where I should have been! I could also have done with the added winter walking experience on something nice and simple like Ben Wyvis, especially in such perfect condition. I was fuming with the guy for telling me it was dangerously windy and also fuming with myself for listening and not making my own judgement!
- Should have been up there!
Oh well, I was on Little Wyvis so thought I’d best make some kind of walk out of it. I decided to descend into the scenic corrie at the back and walk out on the vague track I’d seen continuing along the burn when I left it. I couldn’t see a track round the back of Little Wyvis but knew it must start not far round the corner.
It was quite a rough descent down the back but I managed to stay clear of any bogs until I was rounding the corner between the Wyvises where I had to recross the burn. I soon picked up a faint, wet track the other side of it and squelched down it. It was pleasant enough and the views either side were good. In less than an hour I was back down the outward track and at the car.
- Snow bridge across the burn on the way back...
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