Wednesday, 4 April 2018
Corrour Station. The Walk Out. Classic Munros in Winter.
Binnein Mor 1130 metres, 3,707 feet high.
In the morning we tidied up the bothy, gave the rooms a sweep then cleaned out both fireplaces... leaving behind enough spare coal, wood, kindling and firelighters to give the next folk walking in a good fire. With decades of hard earned experience we now carry coal or wood into most bothies as before that we often had problems finding dead wood dry enough to burn lying outside and we usually arrived after dark on grim wet Friday nights anyway, after work. Shows how much coal we carried in when we had good fires both nights then a morning fire (burning combustible rubbish) before we left. We also carried out a bag of unnecessary rubbish as well as our own empty cans. Even at that the packs felt a lot lighter which was just as well as I for one had bruised shoulders from the 'beast of burden' walk in.
One of the great Central Scotland day walks in spring sunshine is an ascent of the first two mountains here through Crannach Wood then up the Mount Fuji like slopes to the glistening snow draped broad ridge. A canter along all four Munros, (Beinn Dorain, 1076 metres, being the hidden end peak viewed from here) is an epic day out but once you reach the ridge-line a surprisingly easy four summit romp with superb views unfolds... or just the first two mentioned if returning to a car.
The next stop down the line- Rannoch Station- also has a bunkhouse and static railway carriage accommodation although a minor road also reaches that community so it's a slightly larger collection of buildings surrounding the station but still remote, marooned in the centre of the moor.
I could get used to this mode of transport/comfort and the train was fairly busy with seasoned rail travellers drinking in the scenery while sipping malt whisky... watching the world go by.
A classic oldie and one of Joni Mitchell's best songs. Growing up in a cold wet country I can easily identify with the lyrics to this number. Although partly written about the fading folk music scene where she grew up..... inland Canada has long harsh winters but warmer, drier summers than ours.... you can tell which season she preferred....and as soon as I heard this decades ago it captured my feelings perfectly as well. A love/hate relationship with winter and a lifelong yearning for a warmer climate that many must also feel across the UK given the popularity of sunny holiday destinations abroad. I just turn Scotland into my sun-drenched oasis instead. It can be done. Actual warmth is far harder to conjure up though, even in summer, where T-shirt only days are few and far between.
Nice imagery in this video. A work of art in itself.