Glencoe & Rannoch Moor

Glen Coe

After five weeks of near constant rain, the forecast for Sunday 6th September was actually dry, so for the first time in a month I decided to go for a walk. I wasn't as trusting in the forecast as you may think however, and so I stayed local, just going for a short (11-mile) wander up Glencoe and back. I walked up past the Lochan, which has been refilled after they drained it for some maintenance work, and then up the Clachaig Road to An Torr, where I cut through to the car park on the A82 and followed the new path up to the new Achnambeithach bridge over the River Coe. This bridge opened at the beginning of this year, to replace the original one from 1930 which had been built as part of the new 'Glencoe Bypass'!
The views up the Glen were gloomy and awe inspiring at the same time. The mountains were littered with silver strings where the mountain streams were tumbling down at break-neck speed. The summits alternately dark and menacing before disappearing behind dirty cotton-wool clouds. The wind was coming and going, bringing squally drizzle on occasion, the whole place echoing to the noise of water crashing over rocks and lumbering traffic fighting its way along the road. There were lots of Timber lorries...
Eventually, as another short sharp shower threatened, I turned back and followed the old road through the trees back home. As I emerged from the trees, I could see the thin cloud over Loch Leven parting to let the suns rays through once more, but it was a last gasp and as I crossed the garden to my back door, the rain was back.

The Falls on the River Coe between An Torr and Achnambeithach Bridge in Glen Coe

Rannoch Moor

The next day the weather was even better - it had finally stopped raining! After work, therefore, I decided to drive up onto Rannoch Moor and get a few shots of this barren wilderness before winter started to set in. The recent rain would, I thought, have made it lush and green, but this is Rannoch Moor, it is never lush or green. The streams and rivers had already dropped their levels after just a dozen or so hours without rain, and the falls in Glencoe were less than half the power they had been three days earlier as I headed south to Glasgow.
Anyway, I got some nice pictures, and headed home once more!

Glen Coe Again

The following week, I got another day off (Yippeee!) but it was rather dull and grey (boooo), so I drove up to Achnambeithach and walked east along the old road (or the footpath in the bits where the new road has been built on top of the old road) as far as I could, before doubling back along the southern side of the Glen, and so completing a circuit of Loch Achtriochtan.

As a result of this little stroll, I have connected a few more mountains to my home. However, there is still 100m or so of suicidal A82 to negotiate before I connect up with Kinlochleven and Fort William that way.