Today’s diary entry, written whilst my dinner was cooking: Day 6. Hills day! Hard work but enjoyable – although absolutely exhausted now. Rain and snow in morning. Hot sun in pm. Saw lots of deer and a fox. May look to miss out tomorrow’s hill. Feet wet all day. That just about sums it up.
This was a really enjoyable day which, according to my route sheet, was only 17km distance but with 1280 metres of ascent. That’s quite a lot of Up for me. On my early TGO Challenges I’d never have considered going up and then across pathless nothingness, but I’ve learned that this can be really good fun . . . although progress can be slow which is why I planned a short day.
Luckily the weather was fine (so I didn’t have to wear my waterproofs) and there were plenty of opportunities to “admire the view” (also known as “gasping for breath”) and look down at where I’d been camping; inside the bend in the river near the bridge.
Once the initial climb was over, I didn’t stick too closely to my originally planned route but just bimbled in an Easterly direction whilst aiming to maintain as much height as possible. There were patches of snow on the North-facing hills and I had one brief snow shower in between the sun and hail.
I knew I’d have to drop down to the Allt a’ Choin …..
I like being in wide open landscapes but I do sometimes get a little navigationally challenged. I caught sight of a Loch which, of course, must have been Glen Finglas Reservoir as that’s where I wanted to go. Unfortunately, “Glen Finglas Reservoir” was the wrong shape and did not fit in with the features on the map. Maybe there’d been a lot of rain and the reservoir was now a different shape? Yes, that’ll be it. I plodded on.
The road which should have led to the tip of the reservoir was in the wrong place…. and there was a steamer sailing the length of the reservoir, just like on Loch Katrine. Er, very like on Loch Katrine. Ahem, maybe this was Glenfinglas Reservoir….….. almost identical (cough).
I can’t believe how long I puzzled over why Glen Finglas Reservoir was the wrong shape and in the wrong place. My only excuse is that I thought I’d walked further than I had. The poor navigation doesn’t really worry me, as I was having a lovely day in the hills, but the complete absence of common sense was slightly concerning!
I remember being very tired on the walk down to Glen Finglas Water. I’d had to climb over a couple of barbed wire fences and I was almost too tired to be safe. The soles of my feet were aching on the hard track and I really wanted to be tucked up in my tent. My planned campsite had been another sheepfold but I found it was thigh deep in thistles, bracken and mud so I had to walk on a little further. Just over the bridge at NN492118 I found a reasonable patch of ground that was a bit churned up by cattle but I really didn’t have the strength to look for anywhere better. I slept well that night.