Monday, June 24, 2024
Today, I bagged a Dodd! On our walks along Loch Glascarnoch, I've often remarked to Greger that getting up the hill that rises from the track just after the second gate might offer a better route to the tops beyond than the rough mire I generally plod and squelch across to gain them. Seeing another walker going up recently, I decided to give it a go. Having done a bit of research, I discovered that Meall an Torcain (536m) is one of the Dodds - hills 500-599m high with a drop of at least 30m all round.
Well, it was pretty steep and fairly wet in places, but eventually I got to the top and looked past the modest summit cairn to my next two hills.
Picking my way down the northern flank of the Dodd I got into some really rough, wet ground - but I was cheered up by the sight of a fairly large patch of dwarf birch (I think this photo is upside down!).
A few oddly shaped reddish things like berries away from the main patches were possibly diseased dwarf willow - perhaps galls. Just over a kilometre away, Tom Ban Mor was now out of the cloud. I knew that if I continued I might find cloudberry fruiting again, while higher up there would be the outside chance of ptarmigan and dotterel; but then I recalled the rough ground I had to cross later in order to get down to the track - and I reluctantly decided to start going down. I was taking the old route rather than going back over the Dodd. Actually, the first part wasn't too bad - although a sighting of golden plover or red grouse would have made it better. On reaching the deer fence I was dismayed to find the walkers' gate gone, while a wide metal vehicle gate had replaced the old wooden one. This was no doubt to accommodate the huge diggers that have been doing work on the hillside recently - and fortunately, it wasn't padlocked. After all my struggles I certainly wouldn't have enjoyed having to climb over!
The next section, as anticipated, was the most tedious part of the walk. I followed an ATV track for some of the way, but this led me through some of the worst bogs I'd encountered yet. However, two new wildflowers made me forget my woes as I snapped a plant I've since identified as bugle....
And a marsh is certainly what it was growing in! When I tried to move, I found that my feet had sunk into the mud; and after I'd gone a hundred metres or so, I realised that I'd left one of my walking poles behind so I had to go back into the same mire to pick it up - its handgrip now, of course, covered in mud. When the going wasn't wet or muddy, there was very long grass and other tangled stuff to contend with and I tripped a couple of times but managed to stay upright. By the time I reached the hydro track I was pretty weary, and pleased that I'd made the decision up there not to do the extra two kilometres.
The only bird snapped on the walk now appeared over the loch - a rather pale red kite.
Other birds: willow warbler, skylarks, ravens, stonechat, a house martin over the dam, several unseen common sandpipers calling anxiously from the loch-side - and a possible dunlin calling as I started my descent from the second top (or was it a dotterel?)