Two pals are of on a walking holiday and we had a wander on our local Corbett yesterday. The forecast was for rain at midday. We drove through whisky country it was still dry and parked at the Distillery below the hill.
Parking was easy and it’s only about 45 minutes drive from home. We follow the hill track from the Distillery. In the past I have been this way and it was always wet. Today the track was a bit worn and there were lots of shooting butts on the hill. Sadly no sign of wild life. The track is getting eroded by the weather but helps you get onto the ridge.
This is a quieter way to climb this hill and you pass the Scurrans Cairngorm granite tor’s that always are a place to stop. Before that the path heads on to the ridge it’s pretty wet here. It was today and muddy. The summit has the great name Scurran Of Lochterlandloch and the name Scurran (is applied to the other two tors on this magic wee hill. Many thanks for reminding me of this Donald Watt and Hamish Brown! Hamish Brown’s Mountain Walk and Climbing the Corbett’s is a great book for information on the hills in Scotland.
The weather still held and it was good to get a wind on the ridge. The Scurrans dominate in a land of Wind Farms and the beautiful fields of Moray in late summer. The mist came and went and we followed the main track to the summit where we met a few souls.
We had a break here the Granite Tor’s are incredible I have camped here many years ago in winter. They were then covered in snow and they look wild.
From here the rain came in and we wandered along to the summit. The trig point has been painted and looks great thanks to Eric Grant that was a labour of love.
The old Trig Point – now sorted out thank you.
There were a few others on the summit we had a bleather. We came back the same way as it was raining but it stopped and the mist lifted we were back in the views again and the sun.
It was then head back to car and stop for tea at the Steam Railway station at Dufftown for some tea and a sausage roll. Cracking day out thanks ladies.
Ben Rinnes was the scene of a terrible plane crash on 14th November 1943.
A Wellington Bomber HF746 of No20 Operational Training Unit, based at Lossiemouth, crashed into Ben Rinnes whilst on a navigational exercise.
A former member of the ground crew who went to the site on the hill shortly after the crash described it as “the most complete burn-out he had ever seen”.
Crash site References
250 metres downhill from summit
Rinnes W1 – NJ 25627/35634 – 783 Metres
Rinnes W2 – NJ 2562335664 – 774 Metres
Rinnes W3 – NJ 2563435696 – 761 Metres
Rinnes W4 – NJ 2565035718 – 747 Metres
Rinnes W5 – NJ 25695 – 694 Metres
Ben Rinnes a grand wee hill it always allows you a fun day, no views today from the summit but great company.