May BAM complete.
Bit of a weird one this. Normally I decide I'm going on a bivvy then decide where I'm going to go. This time it was the other way around. I'd discovered a new viewpoint in the area recently. It's not far from home and I'd looked at it on the OS map a few times but that showed the wee summit completely forested. After discussing it with a mate, he'd headed up for a gander and took some great photos. I've since been up twice - once on foot and once on a bike. I found a couple of potential bivvy spots to try out so with a decent break in the weather I decided last night was the time.
On my previous visits I'd worked out that the top of the hill is regularly visited so made sure I arrived late. Having said that, at this time of year it's light till after 10pm so arriving just as the sun was setting worked out fine.
On account of the weather forecast I'd not bothered with a tarp so after inflating the mat, rolling out the bivvy bag and stuffing the sleeping bag in I was already all set for the evening. Nothing for it than to have a beer I guess.
It was very still, the noisiest thing being the constant drone of bees. I don't know what they were searching for as there is very little flowering under the tree canopy at the moment. After a while, as darkness fell and the air got a bit chiller, even they stopped and soon all I could make out was the intermittent chatter of ducks on one of the lochs below.
As it was getting chilly, I also slipped into the sleeping bag, staring up at the sky. It was around 80% cloud cover but I caught sight of a meteorite almost instantly.
Before long, I'd nodded off, waking up a couple of hours later to turn onto my side. I noticed that the clouds had been swept aside and all the stars were now out.
At 4:05, I was woken by a combination of increased daylight and a cuckoo announcing its presence.
For those not familiar with the Highlands and following the HT550, it was already light enough to ride without lights. However, I was in no such hurry so turned away from the light for another nap.
By 5:45, the sun had risen over the Corbett of Meall a Bhuachille and was shining directly into my little camp spot. What's more, it was reflecting of Loch an Eilean below me so it was like getting a double dose of radiation. That was it then, time for breakfast. Stove on for coffee accompanied by porridge bars.
Still aware that I wanted to be away before anyone got up, I decided to stretch my time a little. As I'd sat there, the day had sort of woken up. Noises were returning; the bees were busy again, the chirruping of wee birds, the song of a blackbird and more of those bloody ducks. Lots of gentle, soft noises. Then there was this harsh, scraping noise right behind me. I turned around to see a red squirrel run up a tree about 3 metres away. I could hear his claws digging into the tree bark and a little squeaking noise from his mouth as he ran up. The cuckoo turned up again too, so close I could hear it breathing in between each Coo-Koo sound.
Still in my bag, I lay back for another spell of quiet contemplation. So many of my bivvys are in places much more "spectacular" than this and yet they are often quite dead to the human eye and ear. This place was absolutely alive and I was just enjoying listening to it all.
Eventually though, I thought I'd best make a move. I didn't want to be hogging the viewpoint if other folk arrived. Not having much with me it didn't take long to pack up and I detoured back via Loch Gamhna and Loch an Eilean trying, unsuccessfully, to get a look back at my camp spot.
That one was definitely very good for the soul.
5/5 and 54th consecutive.