Saturday, September 16, 1848.
At half-past nine o’clock Albert and I set off in a
postchaise, and drove to the bridge in the wood of Balloch Buie,
about five miles from Balmoral, where our ponies and people were.
Here we mounted, and were attended by a keeper of Mr. Farquharson’s
as guide, Macdonald [A Jager of the Prince’s, who came from Fort
Augustus in the west : he was remarkably tall and handsome. The poor
man died of consumption at Windsor, in May, i860. His eldest son was
Attache to the British Legation in Japan. He died in 1866. The third
son, Archie, is Jager to the Prince of Wales, and was for a year
with the beloved Prince.] —who, with his shooting-jacket, and in his
kilt, looked a picture—Grant, [Head-keeper. He had been nearly
twenty years with Sir Robert Gordon, nine as keeper; he was born in
Braemar, in the year 1810. He is an excellent man, most trustworthy,
of singular shrewdness and discretion, and most devotedly attached
to the Prince and myself. He has a fine intelligent countenance. The
Prince was very fond of him. He has six sons,—the second, Alick, is
wardrobe-man to our son Leopold : all are good, well-disposed lads,
and getting on well in their different occupations. His mother, a
fine, hale, old woman of eighty years, “stops” in a small cottage
which the Prince built for her in our village. He, himself, lives in
a pretty Lodge called Croft, a mile from Balmoral, which the Prince
built for him.] on a pony, with our luncheon in two baskets, and
Batterbury on another pony. We went through that beautiful wood for
about a mile, and then turned and began to ascend gradually, the
view getting finer and finer; no road, but not bad ground—moss,
heather, and stones. Albert saw some deer when we had been out about
three-quarters of an hour, and ran off to stalk them, while I
rested; but he arrived just a minute too late. He waited for me on
the other side of a stony little burn, which I crossed on my pony,
after our faithful Highlanders had moved some stones and made it
easier. We then went on a little way, and I got off and walked a
bit, and afterwards remounted; Macdonald leading my pony. The view
of Ben-m-Bhoard, and indeed of all around, was very beautiful; but
as we rose higher we saw mist over loch-na-Gar. Albert left me to go
after ptarmigan, and went on with Grant, while the others remained
with me, taking the greatest care of me. Macdonald is a good honest
man, and was indefatigable, and poor Batterbury was very anxious
Lochnagar, Balmoral, Scotland
Lochnagar or Beinn Chìochan is a mountain in the Grampians of
Scotland, located about five miles south of the River Dee near
Balmoral. Our walk was 11m with abvout 2,800' of ascent and stareted
from Glenmuick, it takes about 6 hours up and down.
I saw ptarmigan get up, and Albert fire—he then
disappeared from my sight, and I rode on. It became cold and misty
when we were on Loch-na-Gar. In half an hour, or rather less, Albert
rejoined me with two ptarmigan, having come up by a shorter way.
Here it was quite soft, easy walking, and we looked down on two
small lochs called Na Nian, which were very striking, being so high
up in the hills. Albert was tired, and remounted his pony; I had
also been walking a little way. The ascent commenced, and with it a
very thick fog, and when we had nearly reached the top
of Loch-na-Gar, the mist drifted in thick clouds so as to hide
everything not within one hundred yards of us. Near the peak (the
fine point of the mountain which is seen so well from above Grant’s
house, we got off and walked, and climbed up some steep stones, to a
place w here we found a seat in a little nook, and had some
luncheon. It was just two o’clock, so we had taken four hours going
But, alas! nothing whatever to be seen; and it was
cold, and wet, and cheerless. At about twenty minutes after two we
set off on our way downwards, the wind blowing a hurricane, and the
mist being like rain, and everything quite dark with it. Bowman (Mr.
Farquharson’s keeper) and Macdonald, who preceded us, looked tike
ghosts. We walked some way till I was quite breathless, and
remounted my pony, well wrapped up in plaids; and we came down by
the same path that Albert had come up, which is shorter, but
steeper; the pony went delightfully; but the mist made me feel
Albert kept ahead a little while for ptarmigan, but
he gave it up again. When we had gone on about an hour and a
quarter, or an hour and a half, the fog disappeared like magic, and
all was sunshine below, about one thousand feet from the top I
should say. Most provoking! —and yet one felt happy to see sunshine
and daylight again.
The view, as one descends, overlooking Invercauld and
the wood which is called Bulloch Buie, is most lovely. We saw some
deer in the wood below. We rode on till after we passed the bum, and
had nearly got to the wood. We came another way down, by a much
rougher path; and then, from the road in the wood, we walked up to
the Falls of the Garbhalt, which are beautiful. The rocks are very
grand, and the view from the little bridge, and also from a seat a
little lower down, is extremely pretty. We found our carriages in
the road, and drove home by six o’clock.
We met Captain Gordon, and then Lord John Russell and
Sir James Clark. They had come to look after us, and when we got
home we found the two ladies at the door waiting most anxiously for
With perfect weather forecast for the weekend it was
a 4am rise to pick Peter up in Glasgow at 5am and head off to the
Lochnager circuit to hopefully complete all 5! (you've got to set
your sights high after all). Had a backup plan drawn up for the
Cairnwell 3 if the weather hadn't been great. We were very pleased
to be able to speed on past those Cairnwell 3 on the A93 up to
We parked up at the carpark at 8am and due to the
continued lack of power the 2 machines were out and a sign said
"Enjoy your walk", so £3 saved. We followed the walkhighlands route
so headed off in an anti-clockwise direction to tackle Lochnager
first. It's a right tease of a mountain by giving you a wee glimpse
now and again but saving the BIG WOW for when you first climb onto
the lip of the Coire.
We headed along the long flat section before the houses, amazed at
how tame the deer appear to be here. Then it''s into the lovely
woods, a section that is just far too short as soon you are on the
excellent path and gaining height quite easily. It's not too long
before the views are opening up around you and then you reach the
fork, where you veer left for Lochnagar. The climb gets a bit
steeper here and then you are there - looking over the Corrie of
Lochnagar. WOW, WOW, WOW and WOW. It doesn't get any better than
Our decision to attack the circuit is vindicated as the Corrie is
fully illuminated by the sun (we reckoned if we'd left it to last,
then it's have been backlit).
We take lots of photos and have our first cup of tea and a snack.
Then it's time to experience the ladder, a well built path of large
stones, which gets you right up onto the Corrie Rim. This is FUN!
Camara out again for pictures of the cliffs. Can't get too close to
the edge as its VERY blowy up here!
The further round you go the better it gets. After a bit, you need
to follow the path which is a bit away from the cliffs, to reach the
upper parts of the Corrie and ultimately the summit cairn. Just
before the cairn, there is the spout, which is a high gulley, still
filled with snow.
The summit is quite busy and there is both the trig point and the
marker stone which points out the surrounding munros.
After shooting another few dozen photos, it's time to descend he
obvious path in a south westerly direction to catch munro No2. You
detour just opposite the point where you'd head right to get to the
viewpoint that is The Stuic, heading left. Not far and you have
bagged another munro - I like this route! Rather than retrace our
path, we head diagonally down to ragain the main path.
At this point the path crosses a burn - easily crossed but you can't
miss it! A chance to replenish those watherbottles and have a bite
Then the climb begins to Munro No3, the one with the aircraft
wreckage from the crashed Canberra. You don't bump into this stuff
on the patch you need to hunt for it. We found some nose gear and a
bit of wing less than 100 feet near the summit.
Then downhill before a gentle climb to catch Munro no4, then another
nice walk down and up to get Munro no5 - Broad Cairn. This is the
pointy one visible from the carpark.
WOW, 5 munros completed, now for the rub. The walk back to the car
is LOOOOOOONG. It's a great walk mind you.
On descending Broad Cairn, we disturbed a pair of ptarmigan, and I
managed to get a few photos of them before they eventually flew off.
The descent down from Broad Cairn is a boulder field. You do regain
a path which leads down to the "bulldozed" path, which you follow
all of the way back. At this point you have a choice, drop down to
the banks of Loch Muick to take the lowroad or stay on the highroad
(I'm sure there's a song in there somewhere 8) ).
We stayed on the highroad, to stay in the sunshine. The Loch Muick
watherfall looked great as did the Queen mum's house right on the
shoreline surrounded by the conifer forest.
Eventually the path decends ina steep zig zag manner and you meet up
with the lowroad. The carpark is getting nearer and nearer, the feet
sorer and sorer. It's not long until we are back in the carpark for
a well earned seat in the car!