A fun bike/hike.....Beinn Dearg (Atholl)

Hill: Beinn Dearg (Red Mountain)

Type: Munro

Height: 1008m

The forecast for today had varied dramatically over the last 72 hours. 3 days ago torrential rain & strong winds. 2 days ago showers & strong winds. Yesterday blue skies & strong winds. I woke very early, looked out the window, low grey clouds scudding across the sky, back to bed. Up for real, looked out, higher clouds still scudding across, brighter outlook, go for it.

From the planning stage I had this pencilled, no inked in, as a bike/hike. Decision backed up by a torn medial calf muscle 3 weeks ago which meant I did not fancy a forced march for almost 30 kilometres. It had improved but it was far from normal so if it strained again it could be a long, painful hobble back. So no debate bike/hike it was.

Although I was an early starter I was surprised that only 3 other vehicles at the car park.

On the road, literally, for a short section before hitting the track through the trees, a lovely early morning setting.

From reports I knew that there was a gate to access the moor and my only concern was would I get the bike through it, kissing gates are a no no for a bulky ebike. Main gate locked but thankfully there was a normal side gate that I could squeeze it through.

Not even any sheep

Now onto the old land rover track where there was a fair amount of climbing for a heavy MTB so the battery power was used more than I wanted but hey that’s what I bought it for.

I cycled with the Banvie Burn on my left along with the vast open moorland but the track required full concentration so viewing was limited unless I stopped. A pity as this was my first visit to Glen Banvie.

View back towards Blair Atholl

The track ahead

Reached the large Lady March cairn which has no significance other than a rich persons picnic spot. Stood around and took in the long desolate moorland, really glad I was not walking this.

Beinn Dearg pointed top in centre

Just before the 4 mile mark I got my 1^st sighting of the huge boulder cairn at the summit of Beinn Dearg. I would not see it again until I was on the top plateau towards the end of the walk.

From the cairn it was more rolling with some ups and downs, battery power on and off.

Picturesque bothy

There is a final fast drop of 60m to the bothy. This descent tested the brakes and my bike skills, everything bouncing and juddering and trying not to fall off with the many boulders kicking the bike sideways and potentially off the track. Still, it got the adrenalin going, good fun.

At the bothy I spoke to a couple who had overnighted and were about to walk back to Blair Atholl. Said it was very peaceful place to spend the night.

Corbett of Beinn Mheadhonach directly ahead

Start of zig zags

I had originally planned to leave the bike at the bothy but with the deteriorating forecast for the afternoon I cycled further on to the start of the zig zags. Before that I had a wee bike push across the burn, glad it was not running deeper.

The track up the zig zags was in good condition and the gradient was not too bad at all, views behind opening up for my brief respites.

Been a while since I spotted the top

The final section was a straight line up to the plateau. Just before reaching the plateau I spotted the summit which came into view on my left. On the plateau I stuck to the high path, just one boggy section with deer prints deep in the mud.

The predicted wind for the top was 30mph gusting to 45mph and it felt every bit like it. Luckily it was mostly behind for my final ascent. Spoke to a walker coming off the top, another bike/hiker,who told me it was worse on the summit. Why do people constantly do that, do they think I will turn back?

The boulder strewn rocks were sandy and the top occasionally gave gave an insight of what might be viewed in the right light for the named red hill. Ptarmigan droppings around the boulders but never spotted one.

Impressive trig

View north towards the Cairngorms and a lot of nothing

Reached the top, 2.35 from the start which I was delighted with. No 10 hour walking day today. Although with the wind I did not hang about, a few snaps and gone. To be fair one gust did almost knock me off my feet. 

Bottom of zig zag. On left track via Glen Tilt if doing a circular route

Happy to see bike still there

Back the same way into the face of the wind so very glad to be off the plateau, descending on the zig zags and back to the bike. I had not eaten since my brief stop earlier so cycled back to the bothy for a pleasant break, minimal wind and some warmth in this sheltered spot.

The track up from Glen Tilt and a quarry

The return cycle was obviously more downhill so fast and fun, full concentration very much still required.

When I was back into the woods I diverted from the ascent route and followed a couple of marked trails. I had made good time and was happy cycling about the woods before heading back to the start.

Apart from the distance it is as straightforward a Munro as you get.

It was only when I got back to the parking area that I noticed it was now an electronic pay car park, I hadn't paid so wondered if I would get fined?

A cracking bike hike which delivered everything I wanted from this outing. A bit less wind would have been nice, it is meant to be summer after all!!

Ascent: 1187m

Distance: 34.1km

Time: 4.55

Wildlife: Meadow Pipit; Skylark; Chaffinch

Another rough and ready sub.....Carn na Loine

Hill: Carn na Loine (Tufted/Snowflake hill?)

Type: Sub2k

Height: 549m

Today's ramble was a trip to the upper moorlands of Moray. I knew from my preparation that some of the lower sections of these hills would be typical horrible moorland terrain and it did not disappoint.

Whilst a lot of the country was still covered with low grey cloud Moray was almost all blue sky so I was happy that I was here. The most frequent option is to do a circular route but with my sore calf I opted for an up and down. As it turned out the distances would have been similar.

From the parking area a view of autumn trees was a nice start

There was no obvious parking near the start of my walk so I parked up on an off road grassy spot, which would have been the finish if I did the circuit. Walked the kilometre to the start of the mast track at Knock of Auchnahannet. The kilometre was a lovely morning walk, albeit walking on an undulating tarmac minor road. The return final kilometre was just as pleasant viewing but much more painful.

Walking down the road I could see the mast track winding up in the middle of the picture

A crisp morning, autumn colours on the trees, few sounds apart from cattle calling in a field somewhere nearby. A few up market looking houses were half hidden in the trees. On my right I also had a view of the track that I was going to use for roughly half of the ascent (the easy bit).

Lovely tree walk to the moor full of birdsong and a view of the hill ahead

The track is a maintenance track for a mast on the nearby hill of Tom Mor. Clearly it was used by the farm/estate more than for mast maintenance but I was glad it was there. Lower down this is sheep farming but the upper slopes are patched heather indicating grouse shooting.

I had an option but followed this track, correct! trees were full of Fieldfare but they scattered as soon as they spotted me.

It was one of those beautiful crisp autumn mornings that made me happy to live in Scotland. Air clarity meant great viewing and as the morning grew so did the temperatures.

One field had a large flock feeding and constantly on the move. Focused the camera lens on them and delighted to see my 1^st Redwings on the year, 50+.

Walked up the track, listening to the birds, Fieldfares in good numbers; calf throbbing; probably a mistake but kept going.

As the crow flies I was less than 10 miles from Grantown on Spey but this felt like a different world, not that Grantown is big city stuff!! Big open landscape and no traffic noise, wonderful.

Entering the moor the target directly ahead

Walking up the hill path onto the open moor it was absolutely stunning enjoying that beautiful autumn day. Just me and a lot of sheep. You know, when you go past an enclosure or a transportation van full of sheep the smell can be overpowering and frankly not pleasant. But out here on the open moor, in their natural environment it was actually a pleasant smell, a gentle reminder that I was here at one with nature.

Finally the good track walking was over and it was time to go off piste and head up towards the ridge. For a couple of minutes I wandered up and down but there was no path that I could see. So I just took the plunge onto the moorland. My first steps was full confirmation of what lay ahead for the next half an hour and it was not going to be pleasant.

Horrible, headed for the thin line in the middle hoping it would be better going, it wasn't!

Think of your worst terrain and this was probably comparable. It was constantly changing underfoot to just remind me that the landscape was the boss here.

This section went something like this. Heather which was waist high at times making movement awkward and hiding everything underneath. Alongside and mixed with the tussocks, not quite Dumfries & Galloway worst but not far off, constantly twisting and rotating my feet thus constantly throwing me off balance. Bad thoughts beginning to be vocalised.

Not content with just those there were the boggy bits with the many hidden leg breaking water routes I could hear but not see. At one point when one leg was sunk into a narrow water slit, almost to my crotch, I did question my wisdom about this ramble.

My glass half full side was clinging to the belief that as I got higher the going would improve and thankfully it did but only marginally.

If I had kept heading to the ridge I would have met an ATV track but as I did not know that at the time I was now taking a contouring route to where I thought the summit was.

On the flatter rough ground at the top I now encountered proper peat hags which were shallow but still had to be avoided. I rambled around knowing the map showed a trig point but where was it?

Then over the top of a peat hag top I spotted a flat concrete shape. Finally reached it and it had a small peat hag trench right beside it.

Foreground the ridge I should have walked, beyond the Moray Firth.

As it is a stand alone hill the views were good all round. Looking North the ridge I should have walked but further on were the waters of the Moray Firth which shimmered in the sunshine. 

A good view of the best side of Corbett of Ben Rinnes

Turning towards the east the pointed peak of Ben Rinnes was so clear on the horizon. Memories coming back of my hike up there which was a few years ago, probably one of my earliest Corbetts.

As I was heading down I was glad to see the track along with a superb view of the Cairngorms.

Looking back the way I came I had a landscape view over Speyside with the Northern Cairngorm mountains in the distance. Some of the tops under cloud but most were clear. Worth the effort for these views.

Relieved to reach the track and spotted this grouse butt. There were many dotted around but no tracks beside them and no grouse seen or heard.

There was a cool northerly wind, not strong but enough to chill. As said I returned more or less the same way. I thought I had spotted an ATV track that might be easier so took a slightly different route through the crap but I was wrong and it was still crap.

Quick not in focus snap of the Roe deer buck

When I approached the farm buildings I spotted a Roe deer who had probably spotted me long before I spotted it. It ran about a bit, trapped,  before it stiff legged bounced away as if on springs. That made me smile at how lucky I was to see it.

A lovely ending to a short ramble in our special country but not that terrain. With hindsight I should have done the full circular route.

Ascent: 386m

Distance: 10.1km

Time: 3.07

Wildlife: Buzzard; Roe Deer (buck); Wren; Pheasant; Redwing; Chaffinch; Greenfinch; Treecreeper; Coal Tit; Robin; Goldcrest; Great Tit; Fieldfare

On the search for wild pussycats.....Hill of the Wangie

Hill: Hill of the Wangie (Wangie is apparently an ancient name for wildcats but as expected no sightings on my ramble today)

Type: Sub2k

Height: 319m

My 2nd hill of the day was another wee Sub2k to help test whether my poor leg was recovering as hoped.

The hill lies NE of Dallas but not the famed American oil Capital but a lesser known Moray hamlet called Dallas, no drilling rigs spotted but plenty of wind turbines.

Hill of the Wangie is a Forestry Commission pine plantation with a typical undergrowth of heather, bilberry, ferns and mosses. There is a good network of logging tracks many of which are used by mountain bikers.

Parked up and as I exited the car the mooing from over the adjacent hedge was so loud it made me jump and I wondered if a coo was about to crash through it. A gentle peak over a nearby gate where about half a dozen large cows stood very close, looking my way along with unconcerned calves lying chewing the cud. For this time of the year I was surprised at how many fields had new born calves. Need to ask farmer John the next time I see him. I knew from the route description that I had to walk through a field and now I was wondering what might be in that field.

Open gate = no beasties

Sauntered up through the trees until I could see an open gate ahead, at least there would be no animals in the field. From the droppings there had been sheep here recently.

Back into the forest I was on a good trail when I came across the barrier of trees blown over by the recent storm. Some inelegant crawling to get past them. They wouldn't be the last.

Take the high road

Nice and peaceful. Further on I came to a junction, the right one appeared to be descending so go left young man.

Vibrant green fields of Dallas

Easier to negotiate this lot

Stopped every so often to listen and spot the birds. Some good ones today including my rarely seen Great Spotted Woodpecker and actually got a snap of a Treecreeper.

I spotted a couple of possible tracks to break off and head uphill but opted to go a little further. The one I chose did not look too enticing and had probably been a forestry machine as too wide for a quad. Not the best walking underfoot as the track was hidden and full of debris. I kept going until almost at the top where I stumbled across the MTB track. A lot better than what I had used.

Sadly this track only lasted for a minute before I reached the open deforested area. The usual scene of landscape devastation. But where was the trig? Moved on a bit then spotted it over to my left.

Careful walking trying not to trip and do some damage. At the trig not much to see as mostly surrounded by trees. There was an open area looking south which I think is the Hill of Mulundy but as always it was the wind turbines that caught my eye.

Much better track

Headed back to find the MTB track and followed this all the way back to the main track. No obvious bike tread markings so I doubt that this is much used if at all these days.

A pair of Jays screeched and flew across the path disappearing into the deep of the plantation, neither to be seen or heard again this trip.

Ben Rinnes is under a bit of cloud

It was a pleasant stroll back to the car but I was aware of my injury so time to call it a day and hopefully live to ramble again tomorrow.

Ascent: 126m

Distance: 5.6km

Time: 1.36

Wildlife: Coal Tit; Blackbirds; Redwing; Goldcrest; Long Tailed Tit; Great Spotted Woodpecker; Treecreeper; Jay;

An injury tester.....Burgiehill

Hill: Burgiehill

Type: Sub2k

Height: 254m

I was still recovering from my leg injury but I was fed up with my lack of activity so headed north primarily to do some biking. Thankfully my long term injury had not stopped me cycling which kept me sane to a certain degree. Despite that, within the area I was visiting, there were a number of Sub2k’s with short walks and minimal ascent, so ideal to test out my recovery. Weather forecast was mixed but I was needy.

It was not nice enough to motivate me to cycle today so Burgiehill was to be the first of the tests.

I parked at a T junction tucked in on a small patch of soggy grassy ground, the cars 4x4 capabilities might be tested later.

The road sign beside my parking area was a classic relic from the past. Modern road signs don’t have that level of distance detail, timeless quality.

No navigation required I just followed the winding back road up the hill, no hardship as it was early morning peacefulness accompanied the birds singing, I think they think it is spring. Beautiful autumn colours, end of season fading but still grand.

I reached my turning off point, left the road and headed into the woods. tramping a track which would take me all the way to the top, ideal and so far no leg pain.

The trees hemmed me in which made it even darker but also brought the birds closer. A good moving flock of Coal Tits accompanied by my favourite Long Tailed Tits.

Sadly this section of track was obviously regularly used by a dog walker who did not clean up, not really used to that these days.

Puffball mushroom. I read that these can explode with an unthinkable trillion seeds dispersing and that only one might survive, here it is!!

I heard a loud noise and thought a small waterfall was nearby. But the reality was that it was a heavy shower pounding down on to the trees only 10 yards away. It was so amazing as I was dry and the rain was so heavy, so close. I don’t think I have ever been so close to the edge of a shower, brought a smile to my face.

A couple of minutes later more smile time. I spotted movement at the side of the track and for a few minutes observed a shrew, taking its time foraging for whatever. I got a good video of it on the phone but sadly I cannot get video clips to transfer to this blog.

The blade was operational and rotating but one blade caught.

Further on I was aware of a noise breaking the sounds of the birds. Of course the noise is sadly now identifiable as I hear it all too often. The low but loud tone of a wind turbine turning. I could not see it and then I could. Well at least I spotted the turning blades through the trees.

Ben Rinnes in the distance

Not long after I passed after the wind turbine the better views became more regular through gaps in the lower trees.

Lights came on a I approached no doubt on I am CCTV

I spotted the tops of the radio masts above the trees so even though I seemed to be walking away from them I knew my finish was close. A 90 degree turn took me back to the mast compound. From my research I knew that the trig was close by but exactly where?

Peering into the trees on either side of the approach before passing the compound where I noticed a track heading into the trees at the rear. I followed it and soon spotted the trig on my right.

The hidden trig, no triangulation with this one

At the summit of Burgiehill, instead of a view for your efforts, you are rewarded with a trig point hidden in the trees. At some point this would have been clear of trees and no doubt enjoyed good views over the landscape of Moray, but no more.

As I made my way back I stopped at a clearing and was saddened by how many wind turbines could be seen. No area of Scotland’s beautiful landscape has been spared and from a recent planning map that I saw many, many more are to come. And no benefit to Scotland. Sky high electricity prices and all the profits going away from these shores, thanks a bunch SNP you have presided over this mess.

Loads of fallen trees in the forest but none blocking the path

Then my final spoiler of the ramble. I heard a noise and looked round to see a solid Rottweiler was running at me with its its owner chasing it, shouting to me it was friendly. At least it stopped and to be fair it did not jump on me but the growling coming from it did not seem overly friendly, nor did its reaction when its owner tried to put a lead on it. At least its attention was on him until he secured it. No harm done but it spoiled my ramble especially as every time I looked back they were not that far behind me so I walked a bit faster.

Artistic shot of the day. I hadn't realised the rain was on the lens

I was happy to safely reach the car. I was aware of my injury but for the most part it had been good so another smile. A short ramble but objective achieved. Time to test it on another wee hill.

NB: The area is home to the derelict Burgie Castle, a 16th-century tower house. The castle was built by the Dunbar family. Burgie is a French surname so presumably the area is named after someone with French connections prior to the Dunbars with the hill being named after them.

Ascent: 142m

Distance: 6.9km

Time: 1.33

Wildlife: Jay; Coal Tit; Long Tailed Tit; Chaffinch; Shrew (Water I think); Buzzard;