Beinn Tulaichean and Cruach Ardrain #76 & 77 A rare retreat revisited.

3 09 2017


This was my second attempt at getting these two done. Last time, a hangover and a misread approach saw me giving up before I even really got started. I retreated less than halfway up the approach from the farm where Rob Roy MacGregor lived and drew his last breath in 1736, pissed off at my hungover condition and inability to read a basic route description, I put it behind me, headed home and vowed to come back in a better frame of mind.

This I did today (or last week should I say, a bit late with this post), and I felt the better for it. I parked my car in the same place down the far end of the Balquidder road and got myself ready.

“Mr Motherwell” I heard as I dug my boots out of the boot of Big Hex.

I turned around. It was John who I had met halfway up Stob a’Choire Odhair (number 69) a few months back. How amazing it is to bump into friends made while walking on the hills. John was heading for Ben More, taking the much longer route in from Loch Voil end. We chatted then went our own way. On the way up I watched the rigdge he would cross to get to Ben More with interest to see if I could see him and if the days mist was going to clear for him. About an hour into my walk, the mist stared to lift from the ridge he was on and I gave an inwardly cheer, wishing a good clear day for him.


The old Balquidder road holds many memories for me. My first trip there was on a Buddhist retreat at Dhanakosa which is the retreat centre for the FWBO. It was a welcome experience for me at the time. My mum was dying of cancer, I had struggled hard with the news and like most people when faced with this type of situation, the existential questions arise. Having no belief in God and seeing no likelihood of me ever being convinced to his (her) existence, I looked for answers. I found Buddhism at the right time for me. It seemed like such a simple philosophy and gave me some answers – answers which unwittingly I had already concluded through the years – which supported my beliefs and strengthened them. I read avidly about the Buddha and the Dharma, I meditated and I was a regular at the Buddhist Centre in Glasgow. The retreat at Dhanakosa was tough and required me to suspend some disbelief in the ethereal mysticism and just “go with it”. I’m always grateful that I did, I learned a lot in those days – a momentary hedonistic lapse saw me losing the main plot for a time – however I still return to it when I need it, and without the knowledge at the time, my mothers illness and death would have been tougher for me to deal with.

I think about her a lot when I’m in the hills. I used to take her with me as I’d solo North Buttress on the Buachaille and downclimb Curved Ridge. I’d take her into the North Face of The Ben, onto Tower Ridge and North East Buttress and Ledge Route we’d go. I’d talk to her and she would talk to me. She was with me for a bit today.

She was saying………… “I remember when you were a climber”.

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2 responses

3 09 2017
Proctor, John

Superb Bob. Great words and thoughts

Sent from my iPhone

4 09 2017
Bobby Motherwell

Cheers John.

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