Trossachs - Reflection perfection

As usual, due to lack of time and a desire not to add to the hours of screen time generated by the working day, my blog has been stuck in the past. Winter arrived here in a flurry of snow and storms but then left again to be replaced by weather more like summer. But this blog goes back to autumn for several days of bikepacking from Dumbarton through the Trossachs to Perth. One of the days was the most perfect autumn day.

Grey, cold weather greeted us however as we wheeled loaded bikes off the train at Dumbarton Central and pedaled to Balloch then onto Drymen. It was wonderful cycling though as we traveled along quiet lanes that undulated through the countryside, each rise opening up a view to Ben Lomond. Here and there we were wrapped up in trees as the route became a cycle path through the autumn woods. 

We were glad we stopped at Drymen for coffee and cake before the stiff climb over the hill to Aberfoyle, though we left the road before then, picking up a section of the Rob Rob Way. It's always nice to get off the road and this section was a really enjoyable ride along forest tracks that took us deep into Loch Ard Forest. Though mostly plantation, there were enough deciduous trees to create some autumn colours and these lined the little loch that we camped beside late in the day. 

The second day of the trip couldn't have been a more perfect autumn day with sunshine, clear blue skies and not a breath of wind. A thin veil of mist hung over our little loch as we made breakfast then packed up the tents and loaded the bikes. A winding route up forest tracks took us over Duke's Pass. Sunny, golden birch woods intermingled with the punchy red of rowan berries gave to way to the dark green of conifers. But the top of the pass afforded views through the trees to the rugged hills all around and it was wonderful to be up high on bikes on such a gorgeous day.  

As we began the descent down the other side, we were literally stopped in our tracks by the scenes at Loch Drunkie. With not a ripple on the surface, it was a mirror loch with perfect reflections of the lochside trees. It couldn't have been more beautiful.

We continued our descent to Loch Vennacher and cycled the trail along its south shore before picking up the bike path that travels along the line of the old Callander to Oban railway. The railway opened in the late 19th century to connect Callander with Oban via Crianlarich but sadly closed in 1965. That may seem like a long time ago but my dad remembers travelling on the train which brings it within touching distance of the present. Though it's a shame to have lost the trains, it is a wonderful bike ride.

The old line travels along Loch Lubnaig then climbs gently up through Glen Ogle. The steep-sided glen is dotted with woods and ancient rockfalls that have left huge boulders scattered across the hillside. We camped up here among birch trees, just to the side of the track. As day faded to night, it was impossible to resist screwing up your eyes and trying to imagine a steam train chugging up the incline. But the only thing moving along the line after dark were the bats who were using its open air space to catch insects.

Next morning we continued up the line, passing over the fine viaduct that signals the approach of the top of the pass. From here it was a wonderful descent to Killin that twisted down through plantation pines then pretty autumn woods. We were freezing by the bottom and glad of a pot of hot tea and a second breakfast at a cafe in the village. 

From Killin we cycled along the quiet road on the south side of Loch Tay. The views were lovely here over the steely grey water and autumn colours lined our route. At Ardtalnaig we turned off and climbed up into the hills. The little farm road was too steep to cycle and we pushed all the way up to the last of the cottages where the road became dirt track and leveled out enough for getting back on the bikes. This track took us through to the head of Glen Almond, a wild and lonely place where grey clouds gathered and spits of rain fell. A portent of the following day's weather.

Some rough ground around the watershed gave way to a good cycle-able track all the way down the rest of the glen though we pitched the tents at the first good spot we found, beside the ruin of Lechrea. The final day of the trip was a contrast to our perfect day in the Trossachs with torrential rain as we cycled to Perth to catch a train home. The only reflections, of two soggy cyclists, were in the puddles.

Fact File

Start: Dumbarton Central train station (train from Edinburgh via Glasgow, bike booking not necessary)

Finish: Perth train station (train back to Edinburgh, bike booking not necessary if it's a train that starts in Perth)

Route: Out of the station, we essentially followed national cycle route 7 from Dumbarton to Ardtalnaig, although we detoured into Loch Ard Forest on the Rob Roy Way and re-joined the cycle route in Aberfoyle. The route through to Glen Almond from Ardtalnaig has a right of way marker post at the start and was all cycle-able except the initial push to the last farmhouse and a very short section at the top of the pass which was a bit rutted and muddy but not too bad at all. At the bottom of Glen Almond we turned south down the Sma' Glen which although an A road is relatively quiet. We then took back roads to Pitcairngreen where cycle route signs then took us on a lovely route into Perth city centre and the train station. 

East Lothian - Aberlady bay watch

I love the arrival of our over-wintering geese in September and October. It's so moving and awe-inspiring to watch their noisy skeins travel across skies illuminated by the light of the sun's low autumn arc. I have a few places where I go to watch them - Montrose Basin, Loch Leven in Kinross-shire and closer to home, Aberlady Bay in East Lothian. On a recent trip to the latter, I packed a friend and overnight camping kit to spend a night out on a goose watch at the bay.

A short bus ride from home dropped us at Aberlady Bay late afternoon where there were already large numbers of pink-footed geese on the mudflats. It's generally pink-footed geese that form the huge skeins that fill the air with their "wink-wink" calls. There was also the usual assortment of ducks and waders. 

We wandered across grasslands brightened by the orange berries of sea buckthorn, also known as the baked bean plant. A scramble over the dunes put us on the deserted beach for a wander to the rocks at Gullane Point. The tide was out but the sea filled the air with an ever- present roar, a reminder, like the geese, of the primal forces at play around us. The view is extensive from the point. Back to Edinburgh and the Pentlands; across to Fife and the Lomonds; and the spans of the three Forth Bridges can just be spotted in the far distance.

We turned our backs on the beach and ambled through the dunes and the scrub beyond. Faint paths meander through here though it never seems possible to follow one for very long before it peters out. Eventually we came by chance upon the old tank defences that date from the second world war. These concrete blocks are littered along the coast but the ones here are so hidden that they always make me feel like I have stumbled upon a local Machu Picchu. 

We wandered aimlessly as the light was fading and eventually found a secretive hollow with flat ground, perfect for pitching the tents. I'm not sure how we came across it but I am sure we'd never find it again, such is the nature of the landscape here.

A beautiful sunset followed with the grasses of the dunes alight in soft golden shades. Skeins of geese came in above our tents as the light faded and day turned to night but it was the morning that brought the spectacle of thousands of geese taking to the air above the bay. We watched quietly for a couple of hours then took flight ourselves to Gullane for coffee and cake at a favourite cafe, Goose on the Green.

Fact File

Start/finish/public transport: The no. 124 East Coast bus drops you in Aberlady, the final stop for the village is closest to the bay. We took the 124 back from Gullane into Edinburgh after our walk.
Route: From the bus stop, we walked east along the pavement adjacent to the main coast road which has good views over the bay and takes you to the wooden bridge that you need to cross to get over the outflow of the Peffer Burn. The main path to the beach is obvious from here. The paths back through the dunes are indistinct. After watching the geese at Aberlady Bay in the morning, we continued east along the pavement adjacent to the main road. This is actually the John Muir Way and it soon leaves the roadside to continue to Gullane across fields. This gave good views of geese flying out over the fields.

Gear Review - Lightwave Sigma s10 Tent

The Sigma s10 tent is a four season, one person, single skin hybrid tent with two poles that cross over in the middle. Lightwave claim that the special lining of the tent called X-Tex eliminates the condensation issues that generally make single skin tents useless in this country. Are their claims true? Read on.

I bought my Sigma in late 2021 and have been using it for many of my outdoor trips since which have covered most weather types from dry and warm to cold and wet as well as below freezing. It's a hybrid tent in that it has a porch which is made from a more traditional silnylon fabric and not the X-Tex breathable fabric which is only used in the main sleeping portion of the tent.

The first thing that is obvious on unpacking and then using the tent, is the quality of construction and the attention to detail. This is a high spec product and is very well designed and produced. The two pole crossing design creates both strength and simplicity - there has not been a single occasion when I didn't get the tent up super fast and with a perfect pitch first time. I think it's actually impossible to pitch it badly because the two poles create the shape and there is no flysheet that needs pegged, positioned and tensioned. The tent is semi freestanding with only the porch needing pegged out but I have always pegged it fully for strength in the wind and to ensure maximum internal space. There is a dyneema guyline with double attachment points on each of the four pole sides as well as one for the large back panel and one for the front of the tent. All of the attachment points are strong and well made. Overall, it has quite a small footprint which is really handy in spots where the space for pitching is limited. 

The internal space and headroom is excellent (bearing in mind that I am just over 5 feet!). I love that there is no sagging inner as with other tents so the full covered area is available as living space. The porch is spacious enough for backpack and boots in one half then cooking/coming and going space in the other half. The inner has two small pockets at each end and a loop on the ceiling for a torch or lantern. Two nice tie-backs hold the door open in good weather. These are on one side only and it would have been nice if both halves of the porch had tie-backs to fully open up the tent on nice evenings. This is a small point as it's easy enough to make it work this way but tie-backs on both sides would have helped. The tent is advertised at a touch over 1.1 kg and that's roughly what I found it to be on my scales. This is incredibly light for the strength of the tent and one of its major attractions in my opinion.

Turning to performance, the windiest weather in which I have used the tent was, I think, wind gusts of 45mph. The tent stood strong and secure with minimal flapping and I was very confident that it was easily handling this weather. In cool to warm dry weather, the X-Tex fabric works really well and transports condensation to the outside of the fabric to evaporate. Sometimes it feels damp to the touch but is never dripping in these conditions. In below freezing weather, this dampness turned to frost and was easily brushed off in the morning before I packed up. However, in cold and wet conditions, I found the X-Tex fabric didn't work so well. The rain prevented the fabric from moving moisture to the outside and of course, in the cold there is a lot more condensation in the tent from atmospheric dampness, cooking and breathing. The night I discovered this, I was constantly wiping up pools of water from the tent floor and it was a pretty miserable experience.

That night was quite early days in my ownership of the tent and I was ready to send it back to get a refund. However, I didn't do that because I'd found that on the other nights when the X-Tex fabric worked, I had absolutely loved using this tent and it had become a real favourite. The simplicity, the strength, the internal space, being able to fully open the doors. So it has become my go-to tent for hillwalking when the weather is forecast to be mostly dry and not cold. I find it's the perfect tent for a high level pitch in the warmer months because it's strong but not too heavy to lug up a hill. 

When I bought my Sigma in 2021, it retailed at £475. It looks like it now costs closer to £600. I think it's worth this money given the quality, strength and what I expect to be good durability. However, I wouldn't buy it if it was to be the only tent I owned given the poorer performance of the fabric in cold, wet weather.

Southern Scotland - Backpacking another section of the Southern Upland Way

Last May I backpacked a section of the Southern Upland Way from Glen Trool village to Sanquhar. I enjoyed it so much that I was really eager to walk the next section during one of my May holiday weeks this year. So I was back in Sanquhar to pick up where I left off. Since last year, I have been trying to understand why I found this walk so enjoyable because it largely avoids all of the stunning scenery that Scotland has to offer. Instead it forms a meandering line through lots of unremarkable places as it climbs over grassy hills, wanders along quiet glens and crosses high pasture. Yet somehow the whole is so much greater than the sum of its parts. These quiet places bring a sense of peace and solitude, and for long sections you don't pass through any significant habitations or cross any roads which gives you the feeling of being completely cut-off from the outside world. It's utterly beguiling and so different from anywhere else. I absolutely love it. This year's section took me east from Sanquhar and into the Scottish Borders at its main town, Galashiels. Here are some highlights from the walk.

From Sanquhar, I climbed up into low grassy hills, walking an old coffin road through to Wanlockhead. I had a lovely camp spot up here at the old ruin of Cogshead farm, said to be a hideout for Covenanters in the days of their persecution. It sits beside a small wood but is also close to sheep pasture so the morning and evening birdsong was a beautiful mix of woodland birds like blackbirds, robins and warblers alongside farmland species like snipe, skylarks and curlew. 

Beyond here, the Way climbs to its highest point in the remote Lowther Hills. The grassy path undulates pleasingly for miles along the tops before dropping down to Potrail Water which becomes the River Clyde further downstream. Just beyond here, I pitched the tent for the second night out, looking back towards my route over the Lowther Hills. The evening was again bathed in birdsong and the next morning shrouded by a veil of low lying mist. 

The route doesn't shy away from going up and over the hills when it wants to so next was another stiff climb above Daer Reservoir over Sweetshaw Brae, Hods Hill and Beld Knowe. What a view from up here. Nothing and nobody for miles all around.

The Way then dropped into forestry to begin a long descent towards Moffat. On the map this section looked like a long walk through commercial plantation but as I said in last year's blog, even where it looks like this on the map, the route often surprises on the ground. So there were pockets of native woodland scattered on the hillsides while the route used mostly an old path that was still lined by broadleaf trees. The effect was lovely and the calls of cuckoos filled the air. 

Where the Way popped out of the woods, it joined a quiet back road known as Witches Wate as it was said witches lay in wait here and those passing always carried a rowan tree branch to ward them off. The Southern Upland Way doesn't go into Moffat but passes to the south. I made a short detour into town though to stock up on supplies. My original plan had been to use a camp site here for a night but even this wee town was too busy for me and I was desperate to be back out on the trail.

Beyond Moffat, the route climbed into the hills again with an ascent of Croft Head. Dense mist obscured the steep drop below my feet as I traversed along the ridge. Luckily it cleared as I began the descent to open up a view of Capel Fell and the deep gouge in its side, worn through by a millenium of running water. 

The path continued through a twisty, tight pass to pop out in the Ettrick Valley. It was wonderful to spend a relaxing couple of hours sitting in the sun, making tea and drying out kit at Over Phawhope bothy before a long road walk down the glen. It was a quiet road but with little shade from a hot afternoon sun. This was the spell in May when the weather was very briefly summer-like.

Eventually the route left the road and climbed again to travel along the ridge of Pikestone Rig. The high level, grassy path made for a wonderful evening walk in golden sunshine that bathed the hills all around. At the end of the ridge, I found probably my favourite camp spot of the trip beside the ruin of Riskinhope. A grassy knoll above the river made a perfect spot for the tent. Trees grew from the walls of the old house and the adjacent land was parceled up by ancient stone walls. It all gave the spot a very pleasant sense of place.

The next morning I dropped down from Riskinhope to St Mary's Loch where the route hugged the south shore on a very pretty woodland path before climbing into the hills at Dryhope Tower. Dating from the 1500s, the tower was designed to provide some security for local families from the raiders and reivers of the day.

The Southern Upland Way was heading now towards familiar territory for me as it crossed low hills to Traquhair. This was a lovely section, following grassy tracks over the tops of the hills and opening up big, views before joining what felt like an ancient lane, lined by knarly, old hawthorn trees. 

From Traquhair, there was the usual steep climb up Minchmoor, the old Borders drove road. I love this route because once the hard work is done to get onto the top of the ridgeline, you can enjoy an airy, undulating amble for miles. I made my last camp of the trip about halfway along the ridge.

Although I know this part of the Way well, it was interesting to walk it as part of a bigger trip to see how it dovetails with the rest of the route and to approach it after several days on foot. It did feel different, although the Three Brethren still greeted me of course at the far end of the ridge. These huge cairns date from the 16th century and mark the boundary of the three estates that meet here - Selkirk, Philiphaugh and Yair. 

The Southern Upland Way now descends through woods to Yair then makes a pleasant traverse of rolling farmland to Galashiels. But it had a surprise for me before I got there. As I said above, I know this section well but I had never walked it in May so I had no idea that the woods at Fairnilee had a stunning carpet of bluebells in early summer. 

Galashiels is one of the Borders' major towns and it was a bit of a shock to the system arriving here after the peace of the last few days. The shock was softened however by enjoying a tub of ice cream and a cold drink in the square before catching the train home. 

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Start: Sanquhar using the Glasgow to Dumfries train.
Finish: Galashiels using the Borders railway back to Edinburgh.
Route: The Southern Upland Way is well described online and signposted on the ground. There is a small shop in Sanquhar, a good sized Co-op supermarket in Moffat and pretty much everything the hiker could possibly want in Galashiels.

Cairngorms - Ouzel Pass and Adder Alley

The month of May saw a couple of trips to the Cairngorms which ended up being notable for wildlife as well as the hills.

The first of these trips was a few days hillwalking in the eastern Cairngorms. It was that spell in May when it still felt like winter, before we had some brief summer weather ahead of it all turning back to winter again! I managed a couple of Corbetts at least. First up was Culardoch which was a real battle with the elements as I staggered to the top in dense mist that parted only briefly for a suggestion of a view. 

The second Corbett was a wonderful walk to Carn na Drochaide which although still cold and blustery, afforded great views of the snow-patched bigger hills all around. I'd started from a beautiful wild camp spot at the edge of the pine forests and after a short pull, had a glorious high level stroll to the top in spring sunshine.

I'd connected these two hills together by walking through a secretive place I'd been to once before many, many years ago. Like a miniature Lairig Ghru, it forms a deep, rocky cut through the hills and is a very distinctive landscape feature although it doesn't have a name on the Landranger map. On my first visit there, I was thrilled to see lots of ring ouzels as it was my first ever sighting of this bird. They are summer migrant birds that look like a blackbird but have a necklace of white feathers. They are quite beautiful and always exciting to see. On this return visit, I wasn't disappointed and their calls rebounded off the rock walls, adding to the eerie atmosphere created by the dense mist that had filled the pass. So I have given the place a name and will forever more call it Ouzel Pass. 

My next trip was a much anticipated route and I'm really not sure why it's taken me so long to walk this way. It was the Minigaig, the old drove route that crosses the Cairngorms between Blair Atholl and Kingussie. It was initially a straightforward walk north, leaving Blair Atholl via Glen Banvie and then passing over low hills to Glen Bruar. As I walked north, the hills started to close in with steeper slopes and eventually the track became a narrow path that ascended sharply out of the glen's dead end. It was here that I saw the first adder. A small one, about 30cm, that wriggled quickly away. I continued climbing and just a little way further on, I saw my second adder, stretched out onto the path. It was fully grown and incredibly beautiful showing that black zig-zag pattern that contrasted with the almost pale green of the rest of its body. A beady, red eye watched me as I gingerly stepped around it through the heather, wondering if its friends were lurking in the shrubbery!

The excellent little path continued over the hills. There was nothing for miles and miles all around (except adders it would seem), just endless emptiness. I loved it and really enjoyed the walking. Just before the final climb to the top of the pass, I pitched the tent. It was already well into evening and the weather was closing in. That night's entertainment in the tent, aside from a batch of Jim Crumley newspaper cuttings, was watching a dipper pass up and down the river in hurried flight. When I'm camping, I always leave my shoes in the porch of the tent, especially if they are muddy. Next morning, having seen two adders on the trip already, I did check them carefully before slipping them on in case anything had slithered in there during the night!

It was a clagged-in morning with the tops shrouded in swirling, dense mist but although there were no views from the top of the pass, I enjoyed the lost world atmosphere created by the elements. A small cairn of white, quarzite rocks marked the top of the pass ... and the end of a good path. Down the other side, the route became indistinct and before long I was bashing onwards through bog and heather, following roughly where the map indicated the route should be. Every now and then a good bit of path would reappear then quickly disappear again. The effort of the walk was lightened however by the rampant bog cotton and the joy of seeing the extensive woodland regeneration here with young pines and birch craning their necks above the heather.

It was good though to eventually pop out onto the firm track that I would follow down Glen Tromie. With warm sunshine starting to break through, I found my third adder of the trip basking on this track. What a beauty it was. The biggest of the three I'd seen both in length and girth. It didn't move at my approach so again I had to step round it, giving it plenty of space. I was so thrilled to have such a good view of this one as they really are beautiful animals. 

It was a very pleasant walk down Glen Tromie with blue skies above and all around the lush, green woods of early summer. Where the glen broadened to grassy meadows, I tried to imagine the drovers here with their cattle. They would be at the start of their journey to the markets in the south. I was finishing my journey by picking up the Speyside Way path for the final few miles into Kingussie. 

I was delighted to have finally walked the Minigaig, though I think I will be re-naming it, Adder Alley.  

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Culardoch, Carn na Drochaide

Start: Keiloch using the bus from Ballater to Braemar

Finish: Braemar for a bus to Ballater then onto Aberdeen. 

Route: Walked west from Keilcoh, quickly picking up the track signed for Loch Builg. Culardoch is an easy ascent from the top of this track, albeit quite a long walk out there. Dropped down to River Gairn and followed path west to connect through to Gleann an t-Slugain. Climbed up to Carn na Croiche then south to Carn ne Drochaide. Retraced my steps and dropped down to Quoich Water and followed the track through the glen to Linn of Quoich. Cross over the minor road that the track eventually meets then opposite is a track that passes through Mar Lodge estate to Victoria Bridge. Walked east on minor road for short distance before picking up a forest track that connects to Braemar via Morrone birkwood.

Minigaig

Start: Blair Atholl by Edinburgh/Glasgow - Inverness train

Finish: Kingussie on the same train line

There are ample descriptions online of the route options. I headed north out of Old Blair up Glen Banvie then took the track that passes Allt Sheicheachan bothy to join Glen Bruar. I walked down Glen Tromie to Tromie Bridge where I joined the Speyside Way.

Argyll - Two days on the Three Lochs Way

I'd watched it move in from the west. A wall of rain and black cloud that was so dark it turned late afternoon into twilight. It caught me of course on the most exposed part of my route, the Yankee Road above Garelochhead. Rain started, hammering against my waterproofs, then it turned to hail that hit my hood like bullets. At these moments, I always remind myself that if I wanted to be cosy and comfortable, I could just stay at home. But this is much better. This is being uncomfortable and feeling alive.

The day had started more quietly. Off the train at Arrochar and Tarbert for a two-day backpacking trip along the Three Lochs Way. The Way runs from Inveruglas to Balloch, taking in Loch Long, the Gare Loch and Loch Lomond. Having walked the initial section many times, I started on this occasion at Tarbert, picking up the trail outside the station. Here a chill wind blew through with remnants of winter but there was little snow left on Ben Lomond.

The trail undulated south high above Loch Long. The grey weather created a perfect atmosphere for the long views along the loch as layers of murky mountains sank into the water. It was a stunning walk. The railway line kept company with the trail, contouring round the hillside on its narrow ledge. The route became steeper and was dotted with crags and old birch woods while the rocky outline of the Cobbler drew the eye on the other side of the loch.

The trail eventually left the lochside and descended into Gleann Culanach tucked away behind the Luss Hills. Despite the extent of forestry, it was a pleasant walk here with pockets of sun that were warm enough to release the aroma of pine trees. The route then emerged above Garelochhead on the Yankee Road which was built by the US army in World War 2. Today it still functions as an army firing range. Once the storm had passed over, it left behind a beautiful evening of soft golden light as I continued the walk down Glen Fruin to find a spot for the tent. 

And what a spot it was. The next morning the low rays of the rising sun caught a sliver of Loch Lomond way off to my left and down to my right, the waters of the Clyde were a sapphire blue. Skylarks sang overhead as I packed up and walked down into Helensburgh through Highlandman's Wood where tree shadows cross-hatched the trail ahead. 

Onwards from Helensburgh, the Way connected up footpaths and forest trails to eventually join Stoneymollan Road. This is an old coffin road that was used by people in Balloch to transport the dead to consecrated ground in Cardross on the Clyde. There are two particularly nice sections on the old "road". The first is where it emerges from the forest high on the hill to reveal a stunning panorama of Loch Lomond peppered with wooded islands and framed by Ben Lomond. The second is where the road descends from here for the final walk into Balloch. It passes through a line of knarly old trees and I imagine they must be old enough to have watched the coffins pass. 

My walk ended at Balloch which was a bustling contrast to the peace and quiet of the last two days. 

Fact File

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Start: Arrochar and Tarbert train station on the West Highland line.

Finish: Balloch with regular trains into Glasgow.

Route: Out of the station, turn left to join a footpath along the main road. This is now the Three Lochs Way route and soon a track is signed up to the right to leave the road. The rest of the route is well signed but as at April 2024 there is a diversion in place around Gouk Hill due to tree fall. There is also a well signed linking path down to Garelochhead for a shorter walk.  

Atholl - Zoning out

This was my first trip of the season in wintry weather though the walk didn't start wintry. Instead it passed through several zones of different weather before topping out in winter itself.

I started in the woods of Glen Tilt which were winter bare but dappled by early morning sunshine. There was hair ice to see, always an exciting find, as I climbed higher through the woods. A clearing soon gave a view north over the giant cut of Glen Tilt as it meandered deeper into the hills below a snow-dusted Carn a Chlamain. 

I left the woods behind and picked up a lonely track that struck out across the moor. It passed into a new zone of weather as the world around me became frosty and frozen. Icicles clung to the overhang of the riverbank and the water on the track had frozen solid. Soon the track would be dusted with snow as it climbed the hillside. Looking behind me, its route over the moor was picked out in white like tram lines.

A stiff pull eventually brought me up onto the hill and into full winter. I'd chosen this top, Beinn a Chait, because it's not on any list or in any guidebook. It's just a top that I hadn't visited before and where I was sure I would find solitude. But what a stunning place it was that day. Without a breath of wind, I could sit for ages enjoying the wintry, mountain panoramas around me. 

Immediately to the east, the successive ridges of Beinn Mheadhonach, Carn a Chlamain and Beinn a'Ghlo were an impressive sight. To the distant north, were the Cairngorms blanketed with snow and closer to was the bulk of Beinn Dearg where I could pick out a few, tiny  figures on the top. But to the west of Beinn a Chait the land fell away to high moorland and the view was unimpeded so that I could see a long line of snow-capped peaks stretching across the far horizon. These were the Western Highlands but somehow they reminded me that day of a much grander range like the Andes or the Rockies. It was beautiful to sit there in the glistening snow taking all this in. Not a sound. Not another person. 

In the short days of mid winter, the sun was already dipping as I made my way back down. I retraced my route part way along the track in golden evening light that bathed the flanks of Ben Vrackie to the south. A bend in the river was the night's camp spot and it was a cold night that followed. A full moon rose. My water bottle froze and my tent iced up but the river ran free and tinkled quietly all night.

Next morning, I descended back down through the zones of frosty moorland and damp, green woods. 

Fact File
Start/finish: Blair Atholl
Public transport: Edinburgh/Glasgow to Inverness train
My route: Picked up the path up Glen Tilt immediately before the bridge over the Tilt on the main road through the village. Stayed on the track on the west side of the river and eventually joined the track that leaves Glen Tilt to the northwest ascending beside the Allt Slanaidh. It climbed a good way up Beinn a Chait before I left it to get to the top. Repeated this route back out next day.