Creag Ruadh and Dun-da-lamh Fort; Cairngorm and the Northern Corries

Creag Ruadh & Dun da Lamh Fort

Twas the first day of December

And the skies were still pitch black

When the walkers woke to don their gear

And fill their trusty pack.

We met up at the Everlast,

The gym that is not there.

The weather not too drastic,

In fact it seemed quite fair.

So ten humans and three canines

Split up into three

But which car park should we aim for?

We would finally agree.

We drove down and passed through Laggan

As the daylight split the sky.

Clouds looming just above us

Assured no chance of staying dry.

We headed up the forest track

Chatting on the way

Then we listened to a story

About the Picts from yester – day.

We stopped to pose for photos

At the old forgetten fort

Then down the path to the cut off

Where three of us did abort.

But Mel cried “On -we’re going up”

As she led us through the bog

So we followed like obedient kids

Preparing for the slog.

The summit trig was chilly

So we didn’t hang about.

We were just a stones throw from the path

When there came an anxious shout.

“Oh no”cried Tim “my trusty pole”

I’ve left it far behind,

So he and Maz retraced their steps

In a frustrating game of… REWIND.

The group met up back on the track

And they trudged down in the dry

With thoughts of warmth and and tasty food

And chats of hills gone by.

Taking part: Mel, Helen M., Helen W., Michael G., Tim, Emma, Christine, prospective members Ben and Maz with guest David.

Words and Photos: Maz