We made our preparations and went to bed in our small mountain tents (Lyn shared with Bella) and snuggled down. It promised to be a peaceful night and we dropped off to sleep only to be rudely awakened at 1.30am when four drunken Scottish peasants stumbling back from the boozer kicked over their stove as they groped noisily around their tent looking for their beer. The hubbub continued for an hour until the beer was gone..."One for the road" shouts Jock at 2.30am, then at last... silence. Lyn and Bella had just dozed off when all hell broke loose over by the Ferry Terminal. It was the 3am Ullapool ferry coming in to dock. Did you know that it takes about an hour for a ferry to unload with lots of grinding and metallic banging noises? Then just as you're dropping off again the whole business goes into reverse and the ferry noisily loads up and leaves. At 4.30am the shrill trilling of a blackbird heralded the dawn, a cuckoo cuckood, wood pidgeons cooed, an owl hooted and every feathered songster for miles around joined in the chorus. It was a relief when the alarm rang at 7am and delivered us from the cacaphony of the night.
Despite the disturbances of the night we stuck to our plan and set off at 8am for the car park on the A835 at Inverlael. Seana Bhraig is a very remote Munro, perhaps the most remote of them all and it is a long walk in from Inverlael. Snow covered the tops of the nearby mountains and we had packed our Kahtoola crampons just in case. The track through the forest soon climbs steeply out of the woods onto the ridge of Druim na Saobhaidhe then a good stalkers path goes east at 450m across the barren moorland towards the distant west ridge of Eididh nan Clash Gaela 928m.
|Lyn crossing the Allt Gleann a Mhadaidh with snowy Clash Gaela in the distance.|
|Coire an Lochan Sgeirich|
|The summit of Seana Bhraigh comes into view.|
|Cliffs above the Cadha Dearg with the summit of Seana Bhraigh in the far distance|
|View east from the summit over Loch Luchd Coire towards Creag an Duine.|
|Bella in her coat with Pete on the summit of Seana Bhraigh 927m; Pete's penultimate Munro|
|End of the trail, with Seanna Bhraigh and Bella "in the bag".|
We'd left the snow behind by the time we reached the forest road again. We had been fully ten hours on the hill and walked the best part of eighteen miles...this had been a hard Munro and one we were well pleased to have got in the bag.