I awarded myself with not one, but two!, rest days after the 4-in-1 munro bonanza. I spent them kicking around Aberfeldy, which is where my grandparents used to live so is another favourite place. I took myself out for a fancy lunch with a glass of wine, bought more-books-than-I-have-space-for from the bookshop in the Watermill, and walked the Birks which is a walk up round a gorge with waterfalls – one of my favourite walks in Scotland.
I headed up in the direction of the Cairngorms, and decided to give Mullach Clach a’Bhlair a whirl. The route up this munro sits at the end of a long walk down Glen Feshie. And oh wow what a brilliant Glen to walk down. Glen Feshie is a rewilding success story, with the red deer population having been reduced to allow the ancient pine Caledonian Forest to regenerate. Look at the yummy forest:
The sun showed up to join my for the walk through the Glen down to the hill. I even cracked out the sunnies.
Mullach Clach a’Bhlair itself is a rounded hill, a bit non-descript, but with a very windy top! I’m not sure what the actual wind speed was, but this was the type that takes the air from in front of your face right as you try to breathe it. It very nearly took the hat off my head. The cloud was also hanging so low it seemed like I could almost touch it. And I was looking at a view through a letterbox.
The wind discombobulated me so I missed the path I had planned to take on the return leg, but hey ho I followed a jeep track which I was confident would take me to the right place. Back in Glen Feshie there was no trace of the gales blowing at the top, so I had a lovely peaceful stroll back up the Glen.
Only Young Twice 