The joint running weekend with Nicki's two clubs, Carnethy and Wye Valley
Runners, was a great success. Things didn't go according to plan at first. A
number of us were waiting at Edinburgh airport for Nicki's plane to arrive. After
it had been listed as "On Approach" for half an hour, a call
came from Nicki to say that her group had just landed in Glasgow. We piled
into the minibus for a dash to Glasgow to pick up the others. A change
of route then gave our guests magnificent views of Loch Lomond in the evening
sunshine as we drove up to Crianlarich. It was nearly ten o'clock before
we arrived at the Ben More restaurant and met up with the rest of the party. Twenty
six of us sat down for a good meal then rushed off to the Youth Hostel
before the warden locked up for the night. |
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Saturday started sunny and hot as we climbed up
the hill to get onto the Way proper. Joanne accompanied us on her mountain
bike as far as the first rendezvous at the Green Welly shop in Tyndrum. The
next section gave us magnificent views of Beinn Dorain as we ran past
Auch Gleann and on to the rendezvous at Bridge of Orchy station. Several
team members took turns driving the minibus through the weekend so that
everyone could get a good run. Those who didn't want to run the whole
way could also get a lift in the bus. From Bridge of Orchy it was a
short run over the hill to the last rendezvous at Inveroran Hotel. There
was some competition amongst the drivers then to see who got the chance
to drive to the Kingshouse Hotel in time to see the World Cup.
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It was a long, hot run across the edge of Rannoch Moor. There
were superb views of the Black Mount hills to the west, some still with
large patches of snow near the summits. To the east we could see for miles
across the Moor. I could see little groups of runners strung out for miles
ahead along the path. Further on, a delicious smell of wood smoke drifted
across the moor, we later found out from forestry operations near Loch
Ba. At last we rounded the side of Meall a Bhuiridh and saw the white
buildings of the Kingshouse several miles ahead in Glen Coe. Richard and
I kept ourselves going with thoughts of long, cool beers. It was good
to all meet up again at the hotel and rest in the afternoon sunshine. The
hotel gave us an excellent dinner then we retired to the lounge for an
evening of good craic. |
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Sunday started more cloudy and cooler. This was just as
well because we had a tight schedule to get back in time for the evening
flight. The hotel did very well again, with an early breakfast and heavy-metal
breakfasts appearing as soon as we sat down at the table. I think the
Wye Valley runners enjoyed the first stage of Sunday's run most of all. There
were magnificent views of The Buachaille, dappled with sunshine, as we
ran towards the Devil's Staircase. There was a long climb up then we could
see more hills and the Blackwater reservoir on the other side. Coming
down into Kinlochleven, a few runners took wrong turns but we all ended
up at the minibus. It wasn't a place to stay long as the midges were out. There
was a steep climb back out of Kinlochleven then we could see the track
winding for miles through the Lairigmor. The last rendezvous en route
was by the road near Lundavra. There was a cut-off time of midday for
the later runners to make sure everyone got to Fort William in time. There
was some confusion at the end because a new section has been added to the
Way to give two alternative routes into Fort William. |
We managed to find everyone before making a hurried departure
from Fort William - most in the minibus and some on service buses to get
back to their cars in Crianlarich. As I sat in the minibus I noticed quite
a few runners were sporting bloody knees, grazed arms and other battle
scars. Overall it turned out a brilliant weekend, thoroughly enjoyed by
all. It was so nice to be able to show our guests some of Scotland's finest
scenery. Many thanks also to all those who helped with the driving and
in many other ways and especial thanks to Nicki who did most of the organising
beforehand. |