After refuelling and resting at the Glen Clova hotel, which exists in a strange-but-refreshing-for-the-21st-century wifi and phone signal free zone, the stage was set for day 2. On joining the crew, the plan was to take the Minister’s path from Glen Clova over to Glen Prosen and from there, climb on estate tacks before joining the Kilbo path and then we had two options.
Either we could take the ‘barely-track’ across the shoulder of Mayar – a rounded Munro standing sentinel at the top of Corrie Fee, before trying to drop into the Corrie itself, or we could continue through the Shank of Drumwhallow and down the Kilbo path back to base.
On ascending from Glen Prosen, we were treated to mountain hares, a lifting cloud-base and extensive views of the glens heading north. However, we also began to suffer through deeper, slushy snow that impeded progress – no matter the tyre width.
After re-grouping at the crest of the Kilbo path, the option to head across country to Corrie Fee was quickly cast aside due to the 30+ cm of snow packed in amongst tussocky grassland, peat bog and interspersed with standing water and ice.
We had tried to ride the Kilbo path in entirety previously, but had missed a junction and continued down a vague track on the edge of the cliff that surrounds Corrie Sharroch. This time, we intended to find the correct trail.
Well, we did and were slightly put out to find that the deep, steep track ahead of us was in essence a snow filled chute. Lacking fear or dignity, we set off, crashing ass over tea kettle, skidding through 90 degrees without warning and accompanied by the banshee-wailing of brakes. The most successful method appeared to be tri-poding with the inside, left leg at risk of being jammed into spaces between rocks, hidden under the snow. Far from the peerless descent we had hoped, it nevertheless gave us much mirth as we eventually slithered our way into the trees at the head of Glen Doll.
The trail from here was a blast – rocky, rooty, winding and steep, we hooted and hollered as we savoured this final drop.
At one point, Chris and Gareth came past me at head height. I tried to break out the camera to snap some action shots but the resultant blur is not worth putting in the public domain and in some ways, that probably signifies how much fun there is to be had in the Angus Glens.
Several of the pictures here were taken by fellow Moulineer, Marty and I am indebted to him for allowing me to use them in this post.