Start/Finish: Blairgowrie to Braemar Terrain: 45% road, 35% trail, 20% forest path
Transport: Buses serve Blair and Braemar
Route: Map | Garmin Course
View towards route of Kilbo Path, taken from 'Glack of Balquhader'
This was a quick tour of the Angus glens, starting from the lowlands and finishing in the highlands. Jocks Road and Kilbo Path were the highlights.
It's been a ridiculously mild November. The hills were still snow-free, and this weekend's forecast assured me I had little to worry about weather-wise if venturing out into the hills.
|Looking NW over Strathardle from Bonnington Road|
|Musty autumn leaves, Drimmie Woods|
|A Wintery 'Den of Alyth'|
The climbing started immediately, up Bonnington Road which rises out of Strathmore onto the foothills of the Grampians. The sun was already trying to shine from behind banks of mist, and the air was still, carrying that Autumnal smell of damp decaying leaves and vegetation.
After a couple of miles along the hilly lane, I turned sharp right onto a gravel track through the dark Drimmie Woods where I stopped to remove the thermal and gloves - immediately feeling a lot better and enjoying the cool fresh air against the bare arms and hands. Happier.
I've done plenty running and cycling on these wee lanes around Blair and part of me wanted to push the pace early because as always my interest is in exploring the unfamiliar, or at least less familiar, which today meant the more mountainous second-half of the run. The foot of the glens are still a nice enough place to be though, best enjoyed on a bike. As I dropped back downhill to the Den of Alyth, a red squirrel scurried across the road and made a sporadic rush up a tree-trunk.
|Looking up Glen Isla from track N of Kilry|
Beyond Kilry my route rejoined the Cateran Trail N towards Kirkton of Glenisla (ignoring the climb up Druim Dearg) then missing my turning for "Freuchies" and ending up continuing up the Cateran Trail as far as Loch Shandra. No harm done. "What's an extra half mile in the day's grand scheme?" I thought. Probably a better route anyway, less time spent in plantation forest.
With a not-too-shabby easy 15 miles done, I was finally stepping onto new turf (okay gravel) where I'd be heading N through miles of plantation, gently climbing towards a pass (title photo) into the head of Glen Prosen. Time to celebrate with some tunes. It was quite a boring stretch, but at least I knew I was getting ever closer to the nice bit.
|Symmetry courtesy of Loch Shandra|
|Looking back down Glen Finlet|
Descending into the forest along the Munro-baggers path I saw my first walker of the day, a girl who had lost her glove, and then I passed the group she was with waiting further down, and then another group after that, and people walking dogs etc. Yep I was in Glen Doll.
Descended to the bridge beside the Lodge to get to the start of Jocks Road proper, 14.5miles to go to Braemar, and feeling good. Although it would be getting dark in an hour.
Jocks Road was what I'd really been looking forward to today - sure I've done all the Munros around it many years ago but never had a chance to experience the pass as part of a point-to-point route. And running! I'd been inspired by my dad's photos of when he did this route (jb-greyhairrules.blogspot.com), something about the path climbing up the side of the valley into the clouds.
It didn't disappoint. I took on a cereal bar and more water as I climbed, it was an excellent trail for running and the scenery was nice and rocky. I made the same mistake as my dad had on reaching the first crest past the 'Shelter', and continued along the boggy flat trail that headed for the riverbank instead of climbing up to the right towards the true plateau. Someone had thoughtfully put a line of stones across the path to make people aware, and I thoughtlessly chose to ignore them.
Well not entirely - I think I did start climbing up, the way seemed to be petering-out, and my tired legs and mind conspired to cut back down to the easier option.
My Garmin soon let me know my mistake, and I soon let it know what I thought. I was still thinking I was on the right path because it was so obvious, and the route I'd drawn from the map was wrong, not the route I'd taken. The cloud level rose above my head for a moment and I could see the wild river glen I was in - just the bottom of it - and then decided it was time to stop the denial and start climbing up the rough hillside and find the real route. The slope up into the mist wasn't steep but the terrain made it hard work as I tried to angle my way back up to Jocks Road. After 10 minutes of this I felt the need to take my first and penultimate walking break of the day - only starting to jog again once the heather receded, replaced by wind-clipped tundra, and I knew what that meant!
Indeed I seemed to have reached a stony crest, and was soon back upon Jocks Road. Having discussed this with my dad since I'm guessing I'd pretty much retraced his footsteps to where he'd celebrated by taking his "Invisible Man" photo. I found the 920m summit of Crow Craigies, and a few minutes later was following rusty old fenceposts through the mist, then taking a sharp L turn along traces of path in search of the head of Glen Callater.
It was a great boost to descend back under the cloud and see the way ahead - the very long way ahead, Loch Callater in the distance, and the very low sun highlighting the hillsides below. Although it was downhill from here, the first bit was rather awkward, and I felt safer walking after a couple of slips on mossy rock. I think my GPS route was a bit too far N towards the slabs.
Once safely down on the E side of a tributary I found traces of path, which was improving all the time as I progressed down the valley, and when I found myself on stepping stones across a marshy bit I felt like I had reached the outpost of civilisation! 7.5 miles still to go, and daylight fading.
Stopped to take on some more water at Loch Callater. I hadn't seen anyone since Glen Doll, and wasn't going to. I always think there's something special about witnessing nightfall in places like this - no streetlights or cars or noise, just heather and hills. I enjoyed this as I descended down the 4 miles excellent track towards the A93, stopping briefly to put the headtorch on for when I got to the road.
Fortunately I'd checked with my dad about this next bit - getting to the "back road" into Braemar on the W side of the Clunie Water. Otherwise I'd have screwed up for sure. There's no way I would have found my route in the dark, and would have had to endure a dodgy 2 miles along the A93. The instructions were basically to head up the glen (i.e. the wrong way) on the A93 along the deer fence until it finished, that's about 200m, where a feint track heads off into the heather then doubles back towards a bridge. Once over the bridge, the path follows the bank of the river upstream again for another 200m before cutting uphill onto the road.
From there, it was an easy 2-and-a-bit mile coast down towards the lights of Braemar. The church bells tolled 5 times as I approached.