Log 1 Aug 2010

GLEN CLOVA 1 AUGUST 2010

Allan, Derek H, Donald, Laurence A and Iain W met at the car park on the Sunday at 7am.

They were joined by a guest, Drew Crawford. Drew is from Bearsden and had expressed an interest in joining the MMC on a couple of trips with a view to possible membership.
Allan and Derek decided to go for Mount Battock, Scotland`s most easterly Corbett.
Donald's target was for a remote hill east of Mount Battock. I will let them tell their own tales.


Drew drove Laurence and Ian to Glen Clova. Weather remained grey, but hill tops were visible although our arrival at Glen Clova was greeted by a smirry shower.
A well laid out Forestry Commission car park along with a 2 parking fee awaits walkers.

We set out along a well marked forestry route, eventually joining the Kilbo Path, an ancient right of way leading west.
The route was busy with walkers passing at regular intervals.
These hills are to Dundonians what Ben Lomond is to Glaswegians.
We eventually emerged on the open hillside and continued to the bealach which separates Mayar and Driesh, heading first to MAYAR, the more westerly of the two hills.
The summit views ranged from the North Sea to a somewhat obscured Lochnagar and Glas Maol.
We retraced our steps along to the bealach and headed up a rather eroded track to DRIESH summit, stopping for a snack and photos in its large walled cairn.
Descent was by the ascent route and we completed our hill day in around 4.5 hours, pretty much as per the guide book.

We stopped for a pint in the Glen Clova Hotel, which has a dedicated Climbers Bar and a range of excellent Real Ales.

This was my first visit to Glen Clova. There is an attractive quality about the hills and glens in this area and I look forward to a return visit.

Report by Iain Wilson


Donald, Derek & Allan shared a car to Mount Battock.
Donald left Derek & myself to climb Battock from Glen Esk whilst he went off to climb two hills east of the B974 - see Donald's report below
Mount Battock is the most easterly Corbett and is one of 14 Corbetts I have left to climb.
At the rate I am climbing new ones I will be lucky to finish so I am trying to make a determined effort.
My unclimbed Corbetts are scattered to the four corners of Scotland with a group of 5 in Fisherfield between Loch Marie & Shernaval.

We started from Mill of Aucheen north of Millden Lodge in Glen Esk, walking up the west track to Wester Cairn the 717m summit just west of MOUNT BATTOCK.
On the map this looks very easy to navigate but new tracks have been added which are not marked so careful GPS checking is required.
The extra land-rover tracks are for easy grouse shooting access.
At first we wondered why there were yellow ski poles at intervals at the side of the road until we discovered that they marked grit feeders hidden in the heather.
There should be a good view from Battock but the cloud level was a little lower than the trig point summit so any views were transitory.
We descended south on a track down the Hill of Saughs ridge to rejoin the route up near Black Hills. Donald re-joined us just as we returned to our starting point.

Refreshment was partaken in a hotel in Edzell which appears to be very popular for Sunday lunches.

Report by Allan Carr


Parked at the popular car-park for Clachnaben some 6km north of Cairn o' Mount on the B974 and headed east to follow tracks and paths to KERLOCH (534m).
Path ran out with no sign of bridge or ford so had to wade across the thigh deep Water of Dye.
The final 2km to the summit was in cloud, trackless and through thick heather and peat hags.
The return by the track to the south was much easier until I reached the river and found the crossing I had missed earlier - a wire suspended gondola.
Unfortunately it was hooked up on the west bank and another soaking was required.
Had I found it in the woods earlier I could have remained dry shod all day.

On the way back round to meet Derek and Allan I nipped into Strathfinella to bag FINELLA HILL (414m) where finding the trig hidden in the trees provided even more fun.

Report by Donald Irvine