Category Archives: The Hills and Trails

Venison Pie Hill

It’s hard to know why the story of our wee trip in April 2008 to the Corbett, Beinn Each, was never written.  I found it one of the most enjoyable half day walks we ever tackled, courtesy of a mere 2m of bog…one of the lowest bog counts encountered on our travels.  Maybe its omission was due to our busy hillwalking schedule or perhaps because the walk was so short it was damn near impossible to create a decent back story – something de rigeur for the Fatdog “Tails” of that period.  In those days the “Tails” appeared on the forum scottishhills.com.  It would be another 8 months before the first incarnation of Where The Fatdog Walks would hit the blogoshere.

What the day lacked in headline news it made up for in both weather and views from the summit, although they were a bit on the hazy side for decent photographs.  However, the highlight of the trip had to be lunch – venison pies from Mhor Bread in Callander.  I am salivating as I recall those juicy meat and veg filled, pastry-lined, treasures.  Food like that made it a day for lazing around and enjoying the experience while at the same time taking in the superb view across Loch Lubnaig to Ben Ledi.  The Fatdog’s drool did detract somewhat from the moment but you learn to put up with such minor inconveniences when faced with such culinary magic.

It was an effortless hill; a short section of forest path (some say creepy and gloomy) from the A84 at Ardchullarie More on the edge of Loch Lubnaig; a quick meander along the old estate track in Glen Ample; then at the cairn (and stone arrow) onto the narrow path up the grassy slopes of Beinn Each itself.  A whacking great total of 6.5km!  That must be one of the shortest round trips for a hill from one of the major Scottish hill groups.

I would love to do it again…but not at the minute.  First of all getting the pups out of the “Tank” next to the busy A84 gives me the shivers just thinking about it…then there are the sheep in Glen Ample.  God knows what the wee delinquents would make of them.  But it’s still a great little hill…doable even with my sciatic niggles.

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The Mighty Gate of Invervar – Part 1

I believe, not that I’m an expert in this field, that you should always have three points of contact when climbing.  This is a useful guide for any form of awkward ascending.  At present I have four.  Sadly none of them are greater than 1cm diameter and two are much, much, less.  It is those two that are, at the minute, holding me upright.  Dave MacLeod would be impressed.    Continue reading The Mighty Gate of Invervar – Part 1

About Time for a Wee Munro, I Think

After successfully completing a couple of walks on the Grahams, I decided that myself and The Fatdog should extend our range a wee bit and tackle an easy Munro.   Glas Tulaichean was a fairly easy option.  Lying just to the east of Glenshee this wee bump, with its track to the top, was going to provide zero by way of awkwardness for either of us.  At over 15km and 700m of ascent of a round trip it would be our longest walk in recent months.    We hadn’t been at this height (1051m) since last August! Continue reading About Time for a Wee Munro, I Think

A Day at Amulree – a bit of mild heather bashing

Other than a somewhat embarrassing diversion via an unplanned hill, the excursion of the previous week with Mr.P had been an outstanding success.  I did omit from the “tail” another embarrassing moment, this time for Mr.P, which resulted in him forgetting to change into his trainers before roaring off down the road back to his hotel in his wee BMW.  The additional carrier bag in the back of “The Tank” did puzzle me for a minute until I realised what had happened.  With the walk having different start and finish points it was a 2 car job with Mr.P’s 2-seater being left at the finish a couple of miles back from our start point.  While this was a very handy arrangement it did mean that I had to share the front passenger side with The Fatdog, which does bring back memories of the old game “How many people can you fit in a Mini”. Continue reading A Day at Amulree – a bit of mild heather bashing