Back once again, two weeks later. Up the west flank of Glen Quioch this time, then cutting over to Glen Derry via a mountain pass in miniature, hail and sleety rain and scree and rivers in spate after a huge thaw over Christmas. It was good to be back, and with friends for New Year.
Unfortunately my girlfriend was caught up with work, and so there were 3. We made camp in good time, and found a place not far off the beaten track. Regulars to the Cairngorms will know where. It's nice to camp under trees, a novelty. Andy has a clever homemade windshield made of ripstop nylon that slots into the two pole ends not used once his SL3 is up. It makes a fun and useful kitchen area. Mulled wine was concocted, dinner was eaten, and the temperature plummeted.
It started to snow. Only a little, but cutting horizontally under the canopy. We retreated inside the teepee tent and out of the windchill.
Some time later, the patter of snow on the flysheet slowed and stopped. The snow had settled. We went for a walk along the bank of the river, already less swollen as the re-freeze slowed the water high above us on the plateau. Someone over at the bothy struck up on the bagpipes. The magic began.
Later, we explored the small area around camp. We found bedraggled prayer flags and future hidden pitches on unassuming baby ridges, all the time shepherded by grand and silent Scot's Pine. Walking, chatting, taking photos, we were soon toasty warm. The moon emerged and stars twinkled.
The snow made our passage on the heather unearthly, spongy soft. We bounced around as if gravity had lessened somehow, smiling to ourselves. The land felt benevolent, the scene intimate. Bright moonlight reflected on partially polarised vegetation. Someone came from the bothy to welcome us in. We declined as we were enjoying being outside, but were struck again by the generosity and camaraderie of people when in the mountains. The pipes played on.
Late to rise, at noon we made our way to the Luibeg bridge and over towards Corrour. Andy and Nic experienced their first stravaig across pathless heather and semi frozen burns. We saw deer and red grouse. As we turned our backs on Devil's Point, the weather turned on us. Sleety squalls kept us company along the boggy path by the River Dee towards the terraced waterfall of White Bridge, where we donned head torches. A 2 hour walk out in the dark on track awaited.
Go softly, thanks for reading, here's to 2013.
Unfortunately my girlfriend was caught up with work, and so there were 3. We made camp in good time, and found a place not far off the beaten track. Regulars to the Cairngorms will know where. It's nice to camp under trees, a novelty. Andy has a clever homemade windshield made of ripstop nylon that slots into the two pole ends not used once his SL3 is up. It makes a fun and useful kitchen area. Mulled wine was concocted, dinner was eaten, and the temperature plummeted.
It started to snow. Only a little, but cutting horizontally under the canopy. We retreated inside the teepee tent and out of the windchill.
Some time later, the patter of snow on the flysheet slowed and stopped. The snow had settled. We went for a walk along the bank of the river, already less swollen as the re-freeze slowed the water high above us on the plateau. Someone over at the bothy struck up on the bagpipes. The magic began.
Later, we explored the small area around camp. We found bedraggled prayer flags and future hidden pitches on unassuming baby ridges, all the time shepherded by grand and silent Scot's Pine. Walking, chatting, taking photos, we were soon toasty warm. The moon emerged and stars twinkled.
The snow made our passage on the heather unearthly, spongy soft. We bounced around as if gravity had lessened somehow, smiling to ourselves. The land felt benevolent, the scene intimate. Bright moonlight reflected on partially polarised vegetation. Someone came from the bothy to welcome us in. We declined as we were enjoying being outside, but were struck again by the generosity and camaraderie of people when in the mountains. The pipes played on.
Late to rise, at noon we made our way to the Luibeg bridge and over towards Corrour. Andy and Nic experienced their first stravaig across pathless heather and semi frozen burns. We saw deer and red grouse. As we turned our backs on Devil's Point, the weather turned on us. Sleety squalls kept us company along the boggy path by the River Dee towards the terraced waterfall of White Bridge, where we donned head torches. A 2 hour walk out in the dark on track awaited.Go softly, thanks for reading, here's to 2013.







Great report, lovely pictures! Happy new year!
ReplyDeleteThanks Thomas, hope you had, and have a good one too.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely magical. That looked a wonderful way to welcome in the New Year. I love the night photos - the pin sharp stars and colours are spot on. Happy New Year and here's to many more adventures in 2013!
ReplyDelete~Thanks Nick, really enjoyed the evening and wasn't expecting the pipes as well - what a bonus - the stars were aligned indeed! Talking of which, I've added more info to the star picture which might be of interest...
ReplyDeleteThis blog is a complete source of inspiration for all people who love nature. Wonderfull the photograph of the stream. I wish you the best for the new year.
ReplyDeleteThanks Javier, I might quote you on that! Have a great 2013 yourself!
ReplyDeleteI recently found your website and am loving your posts. I find your words and pictures other-worldly ... really enjoying them. Pauline, www.theoutdoordiaries.blogspot.com.
ReplyDeleteThanks Pauline, I sometimes think the words are an acquired taste if not the pics, so it's good that others like them! Cheers for the kind words. I'm in Edina too so if you need a walking companion, holler back. Will add your new blog to the blog roll, so I can keep up to date. Your bike ride over at http://symaniak.blogspot.co.uk/ looks amazing! 2 years, that's incredible, a serious achievement (as well as being an admirable bunk off work!)
ReplyDeleteI reckon that is more preferable than a crap night watching Jules on the telly. A lovely spot to see in the New Year.
ReplyDeletejust a bit James, we even had better music! We were pinching ourselves with the pipes laid on. Cheers.
ReplyDeleteJust came across your blog thanks to backpacking bongos. Very interesting writing; but the photographs just blow me away. I'm sure you've often been asked this before, but I would be interested to know the camera(s) you use. I've loved those places ever since walking the Lairig Ghru over 30 years ago. All the best - I'll be looking forward to reading your blog in future.
ReplyDeleteStephen, thanks for visiting and glad you enjoy the photos in particular. These ones are taken on a new canon 5d3, with a legacy (read: cheaper from ebay) 17-35mm lens. Shots between Spring '10- Autumn '11 on a pansonic GF1. Sometimes I use an older LX3 or my phone tho'. A full frame sensor is such a lovely thing, but there is a serious weight penalty. The Cairngorms are wonderful, I'm still barely scratching the surface. Snow any day now!
ReplyDeleteI do not understand much about photography, but I think you forgot the most important part of a camera for doing photos like that ones: sensitivity.
ReplyDeleteOn the contrary Javier, I think you understand alot. Then again, I would say that :p Thanks for your support, it is really good to know that people enjoy the shots and get something from this, I do appreciate the comments.
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