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I parted company with
the main group at Falls of Tarf and continued up the Tilt. My
plans were dependent on how much longer I could carry on walking
and when I found a good bivvy spot. Meantime, I very much
enjoyed the colours of the glen and the various rock formations
in the river.
Green Glen Tilt
River Tilt
Falls on the Tilt
I left the main track when it crosses the river on to the south
side and continued on a boggy path on the north side. After
about an hour, I turned north following the Allt Mhairc -
walking high above the river which is in a deep gorge. Although
it had been a couple of hours since I left Glen Tilt, turning
back to look down the gorge I saw a campfire glowing way down
below in the twilight. With my hill now in sight, I was also
looking for a bridge across the burn- and came across a
surprisingly substantial stone arch.
A rather more substantial bridge than I expected to find!
This would have been a good bivvy spot - but there was red tent
already on it, so I carried on up the hill wondering if I would
even bivvy on the summit. Passing a large cairn beside a well,
I finally reached the point where I was tired, the light was
fading and there was good soft hollow to bivvy in.
After about 4 hours sleep, I did the final push to the summits -
Beinn Mheadonach has two tops and there is some uncertainty as
to which one is higher.
Morning light on the hills around
I wondered how the others were doing - although as it was about
5.30 am I'm fairly certain they weren't up yet!
Carn a'Chlamain in the distance
As it was fairly chilly, I didn't linger but returned the way
I'd come and walked out an increasingly busy glen, emerging at
Old Bridge of Tilt at around 10. There was nothing for it but
to enjoy the coffee at the excellent Watermill café in Blair
Atholl. Anne joined me there and we returned to the minibus
where a persistent black cat twice boarded the bus, intent on
travelling to Deeside. As he hadn't paid his £20, we had to
tell him firmly that he couldn't join us.
Stowaway is ejected
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