Rannoch Moor swallowed our train which trundled hesitantly through the moors internal workings of bog,lochans and still,deep burns before thankfully reappearing at a bright and breezy Corrour Station. The two of us plus mut,rucksacks and a shopping bag full of goodies walked off in the opposite direction to everyone else and soon had a camp set up in the sun by the Allt Coire a Bhric Beag.
It was warm enough for a dip in the tumbling burn before a wander where we stumbled upon a blackcock lek and a beautiful young stag with velvet antlers.
The weather forecasters crystal ball seemed to be working well and the next bright morning quickly clouded over to threaten rain. We snook up onto Meall Na Lice above Loch Ossian for some moody views and spots of rain.
Now me and the Highlands go back a long way and back in the day Corrour Station used to have a split personality. Godforsakenly grim when you arrived in the dark, rain,sleet and wind with nothing but what you carried on your back but a ray of light and hope when you arrived knackered and flushed out of the hills by bad weather after a spell living in the hills from your rucksack!
Things have changed and we spent late afternoon in the rather plush Station House cafe eating expensive cakes and drinking tea. All the grotty old station buildings have gone and been replaced with some rather handsome replacements.
I enjoyed a day of long views and glancing showers up on Leum Uilleim. Having been ill throughout April and May it was good to get out and to comforably enjoy a bigger hill! There was time to linger on the tops and arc of ridges to soak up the glorious surroundings. Sal sat in the sun by our tents to finish her novel.
Spent our last evening sinking a couple of cold beers over a meal at the Station House.