The straightforward approach....Tom nam Fitheach

Hill: Tom nam Fitheach (Hill of the Raven)

Type: Sub2k

Height: 275m

During one of the stormy days I went for a drive to recce the various starting points for Tom but from my observations of these options I did not fancy this hill one bit. There had been much recent deforestation but even with that I could not see any sign of the ridge. It also looked pretty steep ascending into the trees. Some reports had mentioned using fire breaks but I could not spot any. Looked like a non starter.

Back in the warmth of my flat I got the map out. There did seem a possible route from the end of the plantation towards the Dervaig side. So more internet searching and thanks to Gill on Hill-bagging for giving me the route inspiration and although I did not stick exactly to hers it was a positive moment. Her description matched what I was looking for but it had one obstacle, a deer fence that had to be gotten over , gate or climbed, I would find out.

After three wild days the storms had blown themselves out so I drove along Glen Bellart and parked up on the grass beside the cattle grid. A bit of manoeuvring was required to get far enough off the single track road but not tumble off the edge, so that no passing farm or forestry vehicles would clip my car.

Starting point

From my planning the route to be followed was simply a case of climbing up to the end of the tree line, the deer fence prominent on my right.

Later in the year these lower slopes would be bracken covered and quite awkward but were fine just now as it has all died back.

I spotted a track to head for. As I got closer it was obvious from the heavy indentations that it was made by cattle and from the fresh dung heaps they were not far away.

That kept me more alert as I looked out for them and indeed I soon spotted some higher up and off to my left. These were not on my line of ascent but there could be others.

I could never see too far ahead due to the steepness of the ground. The ground close to the fence was marshy so I headed slightly further away from the fence onto higher ground but if the cattle hadn't been around I would have gone further west.

The trees go on a bit further than I thought

As per Gill I was heading for point 254m before finding a spot to climb the fence. As I gained height I had good views of the ridge and summit clearly on my right. There looked shorter more direct options but possibly poorer walking so I preferred the point 254m option as I then had the ridge to walk and hopefully better terrain.

It was on/off marshy ground full of tussocks but still reasonable walking. It was my first walk for a weeks and even though it was short I felt good and was enjoying it.

Red deer in the hollow near the fence

Walking over a small rise just short of point 254m I disturbed a dozen or so grazing red deer hinds. The took their usual flight pattern consisting of them initially running, then stopping for a look at me before running again and disappeared towards Loch Frisa.

At this point I was pondering where to climb the fence and I noticed that it made a 90deg turn where extra wooden posts could assist my climb. I had not spotted a gate the whole way up. But even better, it was bingo time as on the other side of the turn the wind had blown a couple of sections of fence down quite low. Sitting on one of the posts my weight flattened it even further (no comments please) so I was able to bum slide along the post to the other side of the fence. Inelegant but better than climbing.

I was right where I wanted to be. The map showed that this part of the ridge should be clear of trees and indeed it was. I could now walk this all the way. It was good going for the most part. Sadly the view ahead in the poor light was not the most attractive but it would not take too long to get there.

I took an indirect line and headed to the left of a small lochan before cutting back over the moor and headed to the top.

View to the true top. Notice how many Sitka spruce trees are growing from natural seed droppings

There are two tops on the map, both designated as the same height so of course I had to visit both of them. The 1^st one I came to is deemed to be the true high point but I hoped the second might have better views but that was not the case. Still it was minimal extra effort. The views were not bad particularly looking north and west. The haze impacted the other directions but after the recent weather no complaints.

Heading left of lochan

Southerly end of Loch Frisa with Ben More in background

On the descent from the summit I had been keeping a close eye over Loch Frisa and it’s high point of Speinne Mor as I knew that a pair of White Tailed Eagles had a nest around here. When we were in the nearby bird hide at Loch Torr there were regular sightings in the visitors book. 

Cropping heavily affected picture quality but undeniably a White Tailed Eagle

And then my prayers were answered, coming out of the haze from Loch Frisa was that bird.

Heading through the middle of the trees on the high ridge line

North end of Loch Frisa

I took a slightly more direct route back to the fence, sticking to the better going on the high point of the terrain and then another bum slide.

Buzzard

Another cropped zoom affected the quality. They were so high up but my take was a  Golden Eagle centre flanked by a pair of buzzards. Feel free to disagree.

On the way down there was commotion high up in the blue skies above me where a pair of buzzards were trying to intimidate an eagle. I hadn't the binos with me but even without them it seemed to me that it was a golden and not a sea eagle. As the eagle circled higher and higher the buzzards eventually gave up and flew back down to look for worms or whatever they were eating today.

Tiered landscape

Whilst on the way down I had a good view across the glen and took note of the tiered landscape. I was aware of a tiering on this side on the ascent that felt like I was going up a series of broad steps. It reminded me of the parallel roads in Glen Roy. Quite feasibly a similar ice age phenomenon as this is also a narrow glen with the sea not too far away.

The earlier mentioned herd of cattle, about 30 plus, had spotted me but they were far enough away to not be interested. Grazing on fresh grass was more important than chasing me.

Overall this was a cracking little ramble and definitely the way to tackle the hill. Time and distance wise I don’t see the point of going more directly through the trees. But a rare event on a hill walk, despite its name, no Ravens.

Ascent: 303m

Distance: 5.8k

Time: 2.13

Wildlife: Meadow Pipit; Skylark; Chaffinch; Buzzard; Red Deer; White Wagtail; Golden Eagle; Sea Eagle

Mainly pathless grassy slopes with the reward of excellent views..... Meall na Faochaig

 Hill: Meall na Faochaig (Hill of the shell or spiral)

Type: Fiona

Height: 677m

I had an early start as the forecast was for the warmest day of the week and although this is not a mega ramble I wanted up and down before the highest temperatures kicked in.

It is never a hardship to drive through Strathconon hemmed in by hills with a couple of lochs alongside and fantastic views much of the time. But also keeping an eye out for cars suddenly appearing on the very narrow single trek road, early morning so mainly parents taking their kids to meet the school bus.

Parked up at the usual spot beside the River Meig and walked along the road to the start of the hill track. The cows in the nearby with their small calves were giving me the hard stare, unblinking, they would make good poker players.

It was good to have a track to make the initial ascent as I had had a poor sleep and was feeling leggy so better to have a track before the cross country ascent.

The views were already good as I ascended the lower slopes but some fairly fresh cow droppings kept me on constant lookout. The track is presumably a maintenance track for some small masts further on. A snipe burst out of its track side cover only metres before I approached, zig zagging at rocket pace but not alarm calling. A solo red deer hind watched me before wandering off, it definitely was faster going uphill than me.

The initial zig lasted longer than expected before it became the zag. I followed it for a few minutes before deciding to start the pathless cross country slog.

I was not at my best so this was a slow ascent picking out the grassy sections to make it a bit easier. Rare for me I was following my heart rate and taking a short pause when it was getting close to what I used as my limit.

I regularly spotted small groups of red deer dotted about the landscape but never larger than half a dozen of them.

This was another grassy hill with minimal forward views so when you thought you were getting to the highpoint a higher one appeared behind it. Sorry no snaps of this uphill slog as the two I took had large sun flares.

After the steep slog I started to contour towards a high point of the ridge where I had spotted the fence line that I wanted to follow to the top.

When I crested the ridge I was rewarded with excellent views on all sides but the way ahead was a bit rough.

I followed the dilapidated fence, ironic I thought, who was the most dilapidated today, me or the fence?

One of the hinds has spotted me

Not the easiest terrain so a bit of meandering to walk on the better ground. Spotted a pair of red deer standing in a peat hag, again holding their ground until the last minute.

Looking back the real top gone too far I blame the peat hagged terrain

I had spotted a rocky outcrop which looked like the high point so headed for that. When I stood at it pleased to have reached the summit I looked back at noticed a higher pointed rock when it dawned that I had walked past the true top.

More peat hag dodging as I worked my way back to the true summit.

Time to relax at the summit and take in the 360deg views, this really is a top all encompassing viewing hill.

View across to the Strathfarrer Munros with Mheadhoin in foreground

Achnasheen sat below the Munro of Fionn Beinn whose shape is much more attractive than from ground level. I could see the Fiona of Beinn Mheadhoin with the background of the Strathfarrer Munros. Less snow on them than the my last sighting.

My descent started looking over to Torridon, not bad at all.

I had a cracking view down into scenic Gleann Meinich, an interesting name seems germanic to me but probably wrong. Across the glen was the prominent craggy Creag Ghlas where I knew an eagles eyrie was located but sadly none were spotted today. To its right the Corbett of Meall nan Eun in the foreground and its partner Sgurr a’ Mhuilinn sitting behind, also accessed from Strathconon, on my to-do list.

Just getting a view of Loch Meig

On my drive in I had spotted cattle on the possible descent route so I decided to play safe and just return the same way.

There were about half a dozen goats on the hill

I took a more direct line which was rougher going but manageable although my dodgy knee started feeling it. Obviously hoping it would not blow so I took it easier going descending via the non heather patches.

On the zag looking towards Loch Beannacharain & Glencarron beyond

Enjoyed the views as I descended but the heat had ramped up considerably so I was constantly hydrating as it I was slightly uncomfortable with the long trousers on resulting in a bit of overheating.

Walked past the coos with their even more evil stares and glad to get back to the car to get some shorts on and cool down a bit.

Another ramble with superb views up top but glorious scenery from the start so one to be recommended but save it for a good viewing day. 

Ascent: 546m

Distance: 7.2km

Time: 3.16

Wildlife: Snipe; Meadow Pipit; Raven; Red Deer; Wheatear; Common Lizard;

Worth it for the views of Loch Fannich & the nearby Munros.....An Cabar

Hill: An Cabar ( The Antler?)

Type: Sub2k

Height: 559m

A cold wind along with low lying grey clouds was not what I expected as I got ready for this short ramble. However I did have a lovely surprise when I was putting on my boots as an Osprey flew over the nearby River Bran but sadly it did not stop to dive in for a fish and of . 

Spoilt for birdlife early on as a Song Thrush sang beautifully beside the road as I walked to the gate.

From the layby I walked along the road for about 300m before getting to the true start point. This was a locked gate which required a climb which got my heart beating a bit faster, should not have had dessert last night.

The initial section was a slow grind up the twisting estate track flanked with trees on either side. Roughly 150m of ascent but this morning it felt a lot longer and steeper. Still there was plenty of opportunities to pause to listen and spot the singing birds.

Memorial to an estate worker, the summit around the notch to the right

I went left, should have gone right that became my descent track

I was glad to be out onto the open moor where it was as expected, rough and barren. The track ended shortly after and this is where I made my error, not for the 1^st time in my walking career. From reports there was an ATV track to follow. I could see an outline ATV track in the gloop and what looked like a track going up and alongside the lower flanks of Carn Daraich. I was heading for the Loch na Curra and this track was the right direction.

Of course it did not take long for the track to disappear in very wet and boggy ground. It was slow going as I headed to what I thought was a track which turned out to be a water course, indeed more like a burn. A brief head conference with myself and I just decided to follow it. In the middle of a wet moor my only companion was a curlew with its eerie haunting call echoing across the moor, quite appropriate.

Stunning fishing backdrop some of the Fannichs behind

The fishing hut was now in sight but just before I reached it I spotted the correct track off to my right. At least I knew where it was and would use it for my descent.

The loch is presumably private, for use by the estate, but it did look like it would be a nice fishing spot on a warmer day.

I walked around it surviving a couple of long lunges across knee deep outflows before heading up the hill.

Under other circumstances it would have been short heather and short dry grasses but under these conditions everything was soft, squelchy and slippy.

This was not the most direct route to the summit but I was heading for the higher plateau where the going should be flatter and better.

Whilst it was flatter there were more peat hags to dodge around than I have encountered for some time. And some of these were deep trenches which meant negotiating around not going though.

I initially headed for pt549 which I optimistically told myself it was the top even though I knew it was not, just playing mind games. Sprung at least half a dozen red grouse on these slopes.

The strong wind shows on the loch

At pt549 the views had opened up and were spectacular looking down onto Loch Fannich and across to the Fannich Munros. The wind had also risen as the temperatures had fallen, really quite chilly so no hanging about.

View from Pt549 to the summit of An Cabar

From here I could see the trig of An Cabar but it looked further away than I liked. A minor up and down before I hit a 30m drop which again looked further. Also the bottom was lined with deep hag trenches so it was a slower descent on steep snow patched wet grassy slopes.

Impressive drop

Then up to the trig. The clouds had lifted to give excellent all round views. The eye was caught by the precipitous slopes of the Gharb Coire Mor on the flanks of the Munro of An Coileachan.

The stunning views down the loch took in the Torridon and Fannich peaks amongst many others.

Too cold and windy to hang about. I had planned to go a more direct cross country on the descent but as the moor was sodden I just retracked my route back to the boathouse.

Coming off the higher slopes I spotted 3 people with at least one dog on the crest of a hill I was heading for. Surprised to see other walkers on this rarely used route. Oddly I did not see them again. They had been coming my way but clearly changed their path. I wondered if they were stalkers. I had seen plenty of deer droppings, some of it very fresh but did not see any of the beasts themselves.

Form the loch I followed the track I should have taken ascending. It took a winding route which was fine. Very wet and boggy but still clearly a track. Lots of pools where the common frogs were active.

Male Chaffinch

An uneventful descent until just before I reached the gate a red squirrel crossed the track and just as quickly clambered up and disappeared in the trees. That's the first one I have seen for a long time.

A nice finish to an enjoyable short ramble.

Ascent: 509m

Distance: 9.9km

Time: 3.41

Wildlife: Red Squirrel; Raven; Meadow Pipit; Curlew; Osprey; Chiffchaff; Chaffinch; Song Thrush; Wood Pigeon; Goldcrest; Coal Tit; Red Grouse; Common Frog;

Watch out for the drop.....Carnan Cruithneachd

Hill: Carnan Cruithneachd (Hill of the Picts)

Type: Fiona

Height: 729m

The forecast indicated that today was to be the only fully dry day of our weeks break. So a pretty please to the good lady and I was given permission to ramble. So I headed for this nearby Fiona which I thought would be a quickie. An early start but as it turned out the ramble took an hour longer than I envisaged.

A beautiful morning when I parked up at the Mountain Rescue centre. That was an error as I could have gone a bit further and parked at the outdoor centre which would have saved me half an hour of road tramping.

An encouraging start when I heard the first of many cuckoos as I laced my boots, a smile brought to my face. I know some see them as parasites due to laying eggs in other birds nests but I find them remarkable and as said who doesn’t like the call of the male cuckoo. As an aside would you recognise the females call?

Before long I spotted the first of many small red deer herds on the flanks of the Corbett Sgurr an Airgid.

There were more people on the walk in than I expected. I knew of the 2 nearby Munros and the long distance route to Glen Affric. But what I didn't realise was that my walk in was also an option for Cape Wrath Way walkers. I spoke to a few of them en route, another reason for taking longer and surprisingly all bar one English guy were foreigners.

The initial stages had the bulky Munro of A’ Ghias-bheinn directly in my vision. At first I thought this was my target but soon realised my error and mine was still a long way away.

Target in the distance

The track split and I almost made the rookie error of not concentrating taking in the surroundings and following the people in front who were Munro baggers.

But I remembered I had to take the left fork which led to woods and across a well constructed bridge before hitting another tree plantation. A heavy shower ended the fully dry day prediction but thankfully it only lasted a few minutes. Although I did see many showers passing by on either side. When I returned the good lady commented that it must have been horrendous in that hail storm, another break as it did not hit me.

Another split in the trail but the left one was my possible descent route, at this stage I had not fully decided.

I went up to the side of the heather on the right

So up the right hand track until clear of the woods where a single narrow track steeply wound its way up onto the moor in short time. Heavy breathing time. I caught up with more walkers who were on yet another option, this is also the track to the Falls of Glomach.

The SMC book’s route was to follow this track to the high point. But this looked a long way away and I knew that the summit was almost a 90deg turn straight up.

Looked ok from here

So one of those last minute decisions was made and I went straight up. The initial slopes were steep but easy going on the good short grassy sections between the heather. But then the going got much tougher. 60deg slopes meant I was facing right into it and for about 30 metres I was on my knees at times, using the heather to hand pull me up.

Gradient eased and as I looked back down it was certainly steeper than it looked from below. Easier going but of course 3 false ridge tops before I got to my high point and had a view of the hill.

Thankfully I can see it

Still a lot of moor to cross to get there

It was probably about 2 kilometres away but it looked further across the undulating peat hagged moor. The going was fairly straightforward but it was very undulating, quite a few exhales as I crested one height to drop quite a bit before repeating a few times.

Got to the base and although it is craggy there were plenty of grassy rakes to evade them. As said plenty of red deer around and 3 let me get really close to them before moving off.

Summit in view

Puffing a bit I wound my way up to the high point. When I reached the top I got a fright as I glanced down to my left and realised it was a precipitous drop all the way all the way down to the River Elchaig. Wow a real vertigo moment, I had not expected that and glad I had arrived with full visibility and not in cloud, one step too far! Later I was speaking to an ex Mountain Rescue guy who said there had been fatalities from there.

The views were really superb in all directions so it was time for a seat and enjoy my mini pork pies and take it all in. These moments are what the slog is all about, well worth it.

Heading for the trees to the right

Finally time to descend and I opted for the circular descent as I could see the ATV track coming out of the woods. Tramped over the moorland to the track which was rough in places but better than the hags.

Relief no fence to climb

From the ascent I knew the plantation was enclosed by a deer fence so my only concern was if there was a locked gate but it was wide open. In the forest the track was extremely steep covered in stones and rocks so sliding as it was like walking on marbles so it was slow progress.

Finally back on the out route which somehow felt longer. Although I have heard quite a few Cuckoos this year I have not yet snapped one. At a clearing one was calling loudly. On the slopes there were only five small trees and patience paid off when I spotted it. Got my camera out and as I woke it up I heard a bleep, the battery had died.

So apart from the no cuckoo snap it was a good ramble. The gradients tested my fitness but I passed although I know it was at my pace, more comfortable with that now than trying to keep up with faster walkers, old age does not come without some drawbacks.

Back at the car more yacking with other walkers. I think chatting too often was my other half hour lost lol.

Ascent: 820m

Distance: 16.9km

Time: 5.23

Wildlife: Red Deer; Raven; Meadow Pipit; Cuckoo; Chaffinch; Coal Tit; Mistle Thrush; Wild Goats;