If you want to climb Beinn a Chaorainn then follow the route from the Munros books. It’s sensible. Or follow the stravaiger’s way, the way that doesn’t make the sensible choices, the way that makes choices because they’re not sensible.
We went to climb a hill that day, but it wasn’t really about the top, nor yet the view. It was about the laughs and the craic, leaping the burn from bank to bank, scrambling up the ravine we could have avoided, staying for the rocky steps in the stream.
It was the Allt an Aghaidh Mhilis – burn of the sweet face – and we got the tip-off from Ronald Turnbull’s excellent wee Cicerone Guide to walks and scrambles in the Cairngorms.
Daft route up a hill really. Try it someday.
A series of Covid dreams. Just a photo or two from the archives and a few words: memories of the Cairngorms to stay in the heart while we’re kept away from the hills.