The last time I took JD to the hills, on the way back to the car he suddenly veered off the track, dropped his trousers and took an outdoor brownpiece in full view of a train that was approaching along a nearby line. I think he was hoping that it was the passenger train to Fort William carrying English tourists, and as he doesn’t have a vote in the forthcoming referendum (even though he’s Scottish), the dump could have been his alternative political statement. However, the train turned out to be carrying goods (freight).
I made sure of no similar incident this time by selecting a mountain nowhere near a train line. I chose Carn Bhac, which was mentioned in the Outdoors section of The Scotsman by Robin Howe on 31st May. Howe wrote that the 9 mile route takes 5 hours. We took a different route down from the top which added a further 3 miles, and it took us a lot longer than 5 hours because we stopped several times to enjoy the views. Lindsey was very tired by the time we drove back from Inverey to the campsite at Braemar, and refusd to walk to the pub.
On the walk we saw a hare, many grouse, a frog, and a first for me – an adder.
By the time I managed to get my camera out of my bag the adder was disappearing quickly down a hole. You can just make out an inch of an adder tale in the above photo, bottom centre, between the two stones, and see enlarged section below.
In the Allt Connie, JD found the remains of a Happy 40th inflatable balloon, which he took home and put in a rubbish bin.