Fochabers to Craigiellachie 13.2m
A very pleasant evening had been spent in Fochabers, at the Gordon Arms Hotel. A comfortable room, was complimented by a bar with a roaring fire and some good beer – all that a walker could possibly want. The place was quiet, again understandably so, but there was a spattering of reps and workmen staying there, giving the bar a pleasant buzz.
Spectacular but moody morning
The forecast for the day was somewhat mixed, although a spectacular red sky greeted us as we set off from the hotel back to the route. From the early planning stage, I’d been dreading this section, as the first half of the day was a relatively long road walk along a country lane, pretty much right from the start.
The route meandered its way through the town eventually reaching the road after following a number of green lanes round the local school (note: it looks as if the route has changes slightly here – possibly a section that had suffered bad erosion reinstated, reducing the road walk by 1km or so).
Once on the road we began a steady climb and soon there were some fabulous views to be had over the Spey Valley. The wind was up and rain in the air also, with broken cloud. This provided us with a quite phenomenal double rainbow at one point.
The road was quiet and ran high above the river, for once a road walk was becoming an enjoyable experience. A viewpoint was marked on the map, slightly (but not too far) off route, the Earth Pillars. We made the short diversion through some more attractive woodland (although in the wind some of the trees were making rather alarming creaking noises) to the view point, high above the Spey. I’m still not exactly sure what the Earth Pillars were supposed to be, but the view was certainly worth the extra effort.
Returning to the road there was an immediate steep drop and climb to cross a small valley, leaving both of us breathless and panting on the way up. On reaching the top a light drizzle started. Occasional superb and moody views would appear as the road meandered through and along side plantations, high above the river valley.
Steeper than it looks
The spectacular light and rainbow display had given way to a grey day, the light drizzle gradually getting heavier – the kind of rain that permeates everything – enforcing the donning of the waterproofs. Despite this, it was turning into a remarkably enjoyable walk.
View from the road
Eventually the road starting descending via a series of tight hairpins into Boat o’ Brig which marked the halfway point of the day. We stopped a while to shelter under the impressive railway bridge that we had crossed on our journey to Buckie, the large arch providing a few minutes respite from the rain.
There was a change in character here as the route left the road and we climbed up some steps to a farm track where we were promptly passed by several land rovers, before turning up a green lane along with a sign warning that stock was being herded if the gate was closed. Fortunately it was open. The lane climbed steadily, emerging at a remote hamlet at Bridgeton. The path skirted a shooting range, complete with flag poles which would warn if firing was in progress. It was very tempting to hoist a pair of used shred dies up the pole and leave them there!
The muddy track was skirting the edge of a large forest, and the gradual climb was proffering up some fine, if rather misty and damp, views. Eventually the forest closed in both sides as we climbed, the path turned into a grassy track chock full of bluebells. Even in mid winter it was lovely, in spring it would be spectacular. The incline was getting steeper and eventually emerged on a wide forest track which us up to a quite fantastic view point, the high point both literally and metaphorically of the day. Unfortunately the rain had turned to sleet here and more importantly it was (as we say in Scotland) absolutely chankin.
The weather closing in
The view, however, was stunning. Looking north right up the Spey Valley over the river and in the distance just visible through the murk was Spey Bay.
Even with gloves on my hands were like blocks of ice, not helped by the biting wind that had gradually picked up as we gained height. Fortunately it was downhill virtually all the way to Craigellachie. With the rather inhospitable weather we weren’t hanging around. The trees at times helped buffer us from the wind, and it wasn’t too long before I regained some semblance of feeling in my fingers. Even better, after a while the rain stopped allowing us to dry out a little.
Much of the forest was again Scots Pine, and where extensive thinning had taken place the woodland was a very attractive. Open spaces and light makes such a difference from the regiments of trees crammed in in straight lines. Pine forest really can be very attractive! As we neared the river again the constantly descending forest track gave way to road, a pleasant enough, but not particularly memorable trudge all the way to Craigellachie. Being rather soggy we were keen on getting to the end of the day!
Bluebell lined path
Eventually a bridge over the River Fiddich (a small tributary of the Spey) marked our arrival in Craigellachie, along with a fabulous wooden sculpture of a salmon. Here there was another change to the path character as we emerged in a carpark that sat on the location of the old town station. The next day was to be a walk along the old Speyside Railway.
View from the high point
From here it was a short (and rather muddy) walk along the old track bed to our accommodation for the night, the Highlander Inn, which had access right on to the path.
A warm welcome and a pint were most gratefully received before heading up to a quite superb comfortable (and spacey) room.
Close to Craigellachie
Day Rating 8/10
A very soggy and at certain points cold day which took nothing away from what was a very enjoyable walk. The anticipation of a long road walk at the start of the day had me dreading this one, but it was very enjoyable with superb views over the Spey. A picnic bench marked the high point of the day – in summer this would be a lovely spot to sit and savour the view – in late November with it blowing a hoolie, not so much. Still, thoroughly enjoyable and expectations exceeded.