The Smell of Men (Monadh Mor and Beinn Bhrotain)

The slabby crags of the Devil's Point at the head of Glen Dee

THERE are humans about. I can hear them and smell them. In the great, desolate, boggy, inhospitable emptiness where Glen Geusachan sweeps down to join Glen Dee in the heart of the Cairngorms, my hunter-gatherer instincts alert me to the presence of other beings and I crouch low in the heather, nose twitching, muscles taut. Excuse me, but this is how Homo sapiens triumphed over Neanderthal man . . .??

Three blokes loom out of the heather. I???m down-wind and I know, without a word exchanged between us, that they have spent the night in Carrour bothy.

A smoky fragrance wafts before them. They actually reek of bothy. I have yet to venture across the threshold of Carrour ??? which lies about a mile-and-a-half to the north ??? but I know what it smells like. It smells of bothy. Smoke, ashes, cold walls, cold floor, dampness and last week???s milk.

The bothy boys greet me with a cheery hello. Like myself, they are heading for the summit of Monadh Mor, but they are taking the direct route towards the col that separates the mountain from its neighbouring Munro, Beinn Bhrotain, then veering off to the right up what appears to be ??? from a couple of thousand feet below ??? a steep grassy slope. That???s their plan, anyway.

I wish them luck and continue along Glen Geusachan to tackle Monadh Mor from the north. I have struggled up enough high-altitude ??? and seemingly easy ??? steep grassy slopes to know that they are anything but easy and more like slippery church roofs without the gargoyles to hang on to. Those blokes will be clinging to tufts of grass with their teeth before the morning???s out.

Glen Geusachan snakes between Beinn Bhrotain and the Devil???s Point, with Mondadh Mor in the distance

The River Dee, with Carn a' Mhaim in the background

I???ll just backtrack here because I???ve some helpful information for anyone planning to climb Monadh Mor and Beinn Bhrotain from Linn of Dee. Early this morning I rattled up a winding track on my pink mountain bike to White Bridge, beneath a sky so blue it could have featured in a holiday brochure. At White Bridge I veered off the track and followed a stony path. This was an extremely hard and uncomfortable ride, and I was relieved ??? and a bit sore ??? when it became just a bit too rough. I ditched the bike in a bank of heather and continued up the Dee.

Beneath the slabby ramparts of the Devil???s Point I turned west into Glen Geusachan, which is where I met the bothy boys. And it???s here that I stand now, braced ??? mentally and physically ??? for a hard wet slog up the glen because my guidebook says there is no path and the terrain is harsh.

So I am surprised to discover a neat little path that heads dutifully in the direction I intend to travel, and it does not waver once. It follows Geusachan Burn on its south bank more or less all the way to Loch nan Stuirtaig on the north flank of Monadh Mor. From the loch, an easy slope leads to the summit. Job cracked.

The mighty Braeriach from the northern slopes of Monadh Mor

Monadh Mor from Beinn Bhrotain

The bothy boys beat me to the cairn by thirty seconds ??? literally. Their fingernails are broken and one of them has lost three teeth. Just kidding. But so much for short cuts and easy slopes.

An hour later, after straying from the path to take in an outlying top, I shelter from the biting wind on the peculiarly stony summit of Beinn Bhrotain, which I find quite delightful. And below me lies a wild and enchanting country that stretches to a distant blue horizon ??? untamed and unchanged in thousands of years. Unchanged since the first Mesolithic settlers ventured along the banks of the Dee and built their rudimentary huts.

Even now, thousands of years later, I can still smell them ??? smoke, dampness, ashes, cold floors and last week???s milk. Things don???t change much in the Cairngorms.

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About McEff

Alen McFadzean. Journalist (recently made redundant from The Northern Echo when my job and the jobs of my colleagues were transferred to Wales to be done by people on lower wages), former shipyard electrician, former quarryman and tunneller. Climbs mountains and runs long distances to make life harder. Gravitates to the left in politics just to make life harder still.
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6 Responses to The Smell of Men (Monadh Mor and Beinn Bhrotain)

  1. Great story telling, I enjoyed every sentence! And you did provide some useful information, I’m planning to do exactly the same expedition sometime and had wondered about the “bike in”. I had however read about the little track up Glen Geusachan and thought I spied it from the top of the Devil’s Point a couple of years back. You had great weather!

    • McEff says:

      Hi Colin. If you look at the OS map there’s a little wood sits about 50 metres above the path up Glen Dee and that’s about as far as you can get on the bike. I dropped down from Beinn Bhrotain over Carn Cloich-Mhuilinn, which is a little peak worth visiting for the views. I look forward to seeing your photographs.

  2. Scott says:

    Idly googling for Monadh Mor, given it’s a possibility for next weekend’s outing. Glad I came across that. Thoroughly enjoyable and instructive. More power to your elbow!

  3. Scott says:

    Well, a couple of weeks late, and from the other direction completely, but Monadh Mor was still a good day out.
    :)

    • McEff says:

      Hi Scott. I’ve just read your report. That sounds like a hard day. And I’d just like to add that I’m glad your Croc-a-likes are a sensible colour and not bright pink like my wife’s.

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