Sunshine and Spite on Ben Ledi


Strathyre and Loch Lubnaig.

Our weekend in the Highlands ended with a day which promised little, but delivered in fine style. The forecast was awful: strong winds and heavy precipitation. We set off in full waterproofs and heavy rain, and although the rain stopped briefly to reveal blue skies above Strathyre and then even a rainbow moment…


…it was soon raining again and it became a heads-down, plodding onward climb. At least we were soon high enough for the rain to turn to snow.


A cold lunch stop.


When we hit the ridge it was extremely windy, but at least some views began to appear again.


You had to time your pauses for a view though – here’s a lovely view in the general direction of Stirling which is disappearing behind a squally snow shower…


And then, for half an hour or so, we had a sunny spell as we completed the climb and crested the ridge.




The sinuous cornice curling away on the continuing ridge was a delight.


As were the views to Ben Vorlich and Stuc a Chroin.



I think that this must be Glen Finglas.

Shortly after we began our descent the weather deteriorated again, turning really wild. The wind howled, the snow was driven horizontally and briefly it was very difficult to see the rest of the group ahead. Dropping down into Stank Glen we encountered deep drifted snow and for a while the descent was almost as much hard work as the ascent had been. Somewhere on the way down Grandfather Sheffield and I lost the others. Inexplicably, we ended up ahead of them rather then behind, but met them again just below these impressive waterfalls on Stank Burn.



Garbh Uisge.


Our route.


One last blather before heading off for our respective homes.

Sometimes there can be a fine line between a great day and a poor day. The forecast hadn’t been good, and in the end it wasn’t far wrong, but that half an hour on the ridge made the day. One to treasure.

Sunshine and Spite on Ben Ledi

6 thoughts on “Sunshine and Spite on Ben Ledi

  1. Just shows that sometimes you have to read between the end lines of a poor forecast. The evil, nasty weather made the superb summit views all the more memorable. Cracking day, cracking weekend

    1. beatingthebounds says:

      I totally agree – it’s perverse isn’t it, how the rough bits can be great fun, if you get some views or some form of compensation. I’ve become a bit of a fair weather walker these days and had I been at home I probably would have been put off by the forecast, so something to chew on there.

    1. beatingthebounds says:

      It was cold, to be honest I didn’t sit down or have anything to eat, but we had consumed a huge breakfast not too long before.

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