A small band of intrepid Glenmorons gathered under the thick greenery
and thicker midge cloud of the car park at the upper public limits of
Glen Creran while a car was placed further back along the glen for our
escape later. 8 of us there were altogether - Gill Cook, David Broadfoot,
Lena Hasset, Henry Perfect, Isobel Freeman, David Reynolds, Tim Mason
and myself - with Beinn Sgulaird ahead of us.
But first the sneak past the back door and thru’ the amazing fern
garden of Elleric just as the rain started! It could have been
unrelenting misery but in fact the clouds broke occasionally to give us
tantalising wee snippets of views, enough to know that on a clear day
this was a fine walk! The ups and downs of the ridge southwards were a
revelation.
Of course, unknown to most of us, the real object of the day was
really the Corbett. Gill was aiming for Creach Bheinn which seemed a
great idea to all - until 2 minutes later when a blast of wild winter
hit us and stayed until the top, a spot of added interest!
Returning to civilisation and dry clothes involved another sneak thru’
someone’s front lawn……………and a puncture. While the
"girls" kept the passing traffic entertained with the roadside
quick-change routine, the other quick change was causing problems for
the "lads" despite much engineering expertise and experience
in the manly arts of wheel-nut manipulation. The wheel wouldn’t budge!
All was finally resolved by retiring to nearby Glen Creran Inn and
while we soothed sore knees and engineering pride with the delights of
their fine Fish ‘n chips and much needed pints on the (finally) sunny
lochside, the local mechanical expert worked his technical magic; to
whit, his hefty hammer.
A longer day than plan (and a very long lonely journey home for Tim)
but a great day out………………and at least Gill went home happy!
That’s what it’s all about really. Isn’t it?
Mary Cunningham
