Beth's Stuff, of a Random Nature

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You have climbed 93/282 munros.

(Almost) Bynack More in the snow

Having not been well the past couple of months and only recently recovering, I needed to get out. Rather than the traditional Meal a' Bhuachaille I chose the somewhat further munro of Bynack More. I hadn't been up it for many years and would give me a good work out. The past 2 days had seen close to zero temperatures and rain at Nairn. Hopefully I might get some snow. Feeling significantly down on fitness I opted to forego the ironmongery - ice axe and crampons. With the clocks changing I made use of the extra hour in bed which made the alarm in the morning slightly less unwelcome.  read more ...



Beinn a'Chaorainn and Beinn Bhreac

Beinn a'Chaorainn and Beinn Bhreac are situated in the middle of the Cairngorm plateau. North west of the Linn of Dee, and south east of Cairngorm itself. To the north lies Bynack More. East is Ben Avon. And west is Ben MacDui. Beinn a'Chaorainn being the northerly of the pair can be bagged from the north, but it's a very long walk in. I opted for the usual route from the Linn of Dee to do both together.  read more ...



Carn Dearg - Monadhliath and friends

With the long dry spell this summer a visit to the remaining Monadhliath munro was one of those I really ought to get on with. Claire and Richard were up talking to suppliers and such for their house in Nethy Bridge. They also wanted a walk. After some discussion we hatched a plan to bag Carn Dearg and possibly the other 2 munros.  read more ...



Clegs and heatstroke on Seana Bhraigh

Wafting my map case in front of my face allowed a little respite from the flying beasties. I smothered myself in Smidge before I left the van in preparation for an attack of the midges but instead it was the clegs, or horseflies that plagued me. They still bit me on my bare arms, hands, shoulders, ribs, anywhere they could get to. If I stopped trying to splat them away from my face they bit there too. Including trying to get in my nose, mouth and ears. They laughed at Smidge.  read more ...



Ben Klibreck

I woke to the aroma of a woody resin, sort of like pine but less sharp and with a hint of sweet perfume. Coming into consciousness I remembered where I am - in Florence parked beside a single track road, in the middle of no-where. The wee spot I'm camped is the start point for the walk to Ben Kilbreck. It has a reputation for being a boggy walk so I'm here during a particularly good dry spell. I'm surrounded by bog mytle, bog cotton and heather. Oh, and there's a long dead carcase, possibly deer, in the burn behind.  read more ...



A' Chailleach and Sgur Breac - 2 western Fannichs

A' Chailleach means the old woman in Gaelic, and Sgur Breac is the speckled (pointy) peak.  read more ...



Derry Cairngorm from the Linn of Dee

Having been back and forth through Tomintoul recently I really will have to stop by the Whisky Castle again. If only to see if the new owners are as helpful and welcoming as the previous guy. I could hear the bottles calling me as I passed. I was early, as in the day before. Crash out in the car park overnight and walk the next day being the plan. Even with this a bank holiday weekend I figured at 7 o'clock in the evening the car park would be quiet enough. It was and I found a space or two at the far end big enough to park alongside the track. Backed Florence the camper into a lovely little spot and killed the engine. Lovely lovely silence, among the hordes of cars parked everywhere barely half-a-dozen other spaces available.  read more ...



Carn a'Mhaim from Linn of Dee

Spring has finally sprung, and in the words of John Muir - "The mountains are calling and I must go". I have been meaning to do Carn a' Mhaim since my backpacking trip last autumn. It had been on the plan but I was too exhausted to haul an overnight pack over it and Ben Macdui so escaped via the Lairig Ghu - which was another of my must do's at some point.  read more ...



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