April Fool’s Day saw five members – Nell, Kevin, Arthur, Douglas and Robin – one guest, Mihaela, and one canine – Skye the irrepressible Hungarian Vizla – head south down the Great Glen on what turned out to be the very opposite of a fool’s errand. Conditions were well nigh as perfect as they can be in Scotland in spring, with saltire blue skies, sunshine, superb snow and soaring summits. The day’s objectives, in deference to Kevin’s Munro bagging campaign, were 918m Meall na Teanga and neighbouring 937m Sron a’ Choire Ghairbh, overlooking the deep blue black waters of Loch Lochy.
It proved a long and perspiration inducing pull up to the 2000ft bealach between the two, from where the decision was taken to tackle Meall na Teanga first. Once the shoulder of the subsidiary top of Meall Dubh was rounded, crampons were donned for a surprisingly steep traverse on excellent neve to ascend the equally steep summit ridge from the north, a more direct assault being ruled out thanks to the presence of a beautiful but fragile cornice.
Our reward for all this effort was a stupendous view of snowy peaks stretched out in all directions, with the Ben to the south lording it over all, and the long ridge of sharp summits that are the Grey Corries doing a credible impersonation of the Alps. There followed an entertaining game of “Name That Hill” before we relinquished the summit cairn to a party from Aberdeen’s Grampian Club who had been following in our footsteps.
Back at the bealach, the zigzag stalking path up the opposite side helped make relatively short if tiring work of the 300M ascent up to the broad summit of Sron a’ Choire Gairbh for yet more inspiring panoramic views. Kevin and Skye the Incredible Hillrunning Hound elected to descend via the way we had come; wisely so, given the latter’s predilection for admiring the view while perched on the edge of the cornice – some way to go with his winter skills yet. The rest of the party tackled the pleasingly narrow ridge out to the minor summit of Sean Mheall (887m) before making a direct descent to Kilfinnan and the road to Fort Augustus, where a much anticipated rehydration stop was enjoyed by all; never has a pint of lager shandy tasted so good.
It was universally agreed that the real April Fools were those who hadn’t been out and up high in the hills on such a day.