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Placed ideally above Pitlochry, Ben Vrackie
makes a great short day out. It did Dougie and I well, even though the
cloud was down and we couldn't see a thing for the majority of the
journey. The route climbs out of Pitlochry, though Moulin (and past the
Moulin Inn) and up through trees to Loch a' Choire. Then it's a short
haul to the summit, where great 360° views await - or so I'm told. We
didn't see a thing. I was staying at Backpackers Hostel on Pitlochry's
main street with Dougie and Diane and since we had to get home that Sunday night, Ben Vrackie would get us on the hills in the morning.
Faced with a reasonably short walk we started late
- about 11.30am - from Pitlochry, stopping in at Co-op en route. The road took us to the Ben Vrackie car park where a
reasonable amount of cars were parked and would indicate the volume of
traffic on the hill. A board describes signposted walks around and
including Ben Vrackie but we were just visiting the top.
Out on the open hillside, we started seeing others walking up or down.
It
was a busy hill, but behind the cloud there was little sign of any mountain and
we walked into the mist soon afterward.
Loch a' Choire was in the mist, and we walked alongside it on the dam. I
was still wearing shorts, but it was time to wrap up. The wind was
blowing around already and it wouldn't get any better at the summit! So
we stopped for five minutes at the far end of the dam, pulled on
trousers and jackets, then began the
gradual climb up the top. Many people continued to pass by, so the path was
well-trodden. As long as the path didn't end up over a cliff-edge, it
should take us all the way to the top. Just below the summit, Dougie met an
old pal 'Bash', and promised to meet at the Moulin Inn on
the way down. Five minutes later we got to the summit. The wind was
blasting along the top, worse than the day before, even though we
were 100m lower in altitude. We were holding
onto axes and cameras to stop them blowing away. Really exciting!
We got a number of photographs (even though taking them
was hard work), we hunkered down behind the cairn for a while then set
off again downward. Some views would have made me happy, but it's not
such a bad thing to see the hills in harsh weather. If anything, I
should do it more...
And so the path took us down through the uniform-white at first, all
that ground-merging-with-sky stuff, then brought us down to Loch a'
Choire. And although the walk itself was uneventful, we never fail to
have a good time. The sky never opened up on us, the sun didn't come
out, but it doesn't mean it wasn't a good hill.
And to make it better, the route finished at the Moulin Inn - and that
is where the pictures of the birds come in. The conditions for taking
the pictures were perfect (once the camera was set up correctly) but
it's a shame there was a dirty window in the way because it covered the
picture in smudges.
Later on, we headed back to the hostel to pick up our gear and chill out
for a while. We left early and rushed out to get fish and chips before
going for the train - and then it transpired that in the rush to get out
the hostel, Dougie left his boots behind. I only picked them up a month
later because I was passing through Pitlochry coming home from Beinn a'
Ghlo and as of April, I still have them in my house.
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