Beinn Bhreac and Trig Point on Carn an Fhreiceadain

After a 7½ drive up the M6, A74 M74 M73 A80 M80 M9 A9, we arrived in Kingussie (pronounced kin-oo- see), a very pretty village located in the Highlands, just off the A9, a major road through to Inverness.Luckily, we have a family friend who lives in Kingussie, only short drive from the A9, located in the Cairngorms National Park,, which makes an ideal base to visit the Cairngorms National Park and the Highlands.

As with most family holidays, I aim to get at least one hill walking day, keeping the rest of the holiday for the family.

Well, actually, my son, a keen kayaker, is now claiming his day, a white water activity day!

My son with the summit cxairn
on Cairn Gorm in 2008
But that’s another story.

So, my hill walking day, where do I go?
Last time I was here in 2008, my son and I climbed Cairn Gorm from the Base Station, following the Funicular railway to the Ptarmigan Complex, then on to the summit by passing the weather station, in pouring rain!

We cheated on the way down. We walked down to the Ptarmigan complex and from there, got on the Funicular heading back down to the Base Station.

It was an enjoyable ascent, and descent, my second Munro (Ben Nevis was my first) and my son’s first Munro.

Sadly, we had no view from the summit, otherthan the cairns and lots of cloud. Strangely enough, I had a very similar view from the summit of Ben Nevis!

Yeah, we cheated.
But hey, why not?
The Funicular was fun.
Still, right up until the night before the hill walk, I still had no idea, though I was toying with the idea of a local summit, Creag Bheag. But there were TWO Creag Bheag’s very close together and both in easy walking distance from where I was staying.

But the weather was looking promising and last time I did Cairn Gorm, it was wet and cloudy. This time, I had a chance of getting some good views. But, it could be cloudy!

Decisions, decisions!

So our host suggested a nice looking and challenging circular walk, to the trig point on Carn an Fhreiceadain via Beinn Bhreac.

I studied my map, looking at the ascent and descent routes. Depending on whether I go clockwise or anticlockwise, navigation looked relatively straightforward. The map suggested a form of maintained track one way and a river to handrail another.

So it was decided, to the trig point on Carn an Fhreiceadain and Beinn Bhreac, were going to be my hill walk.

So, Thursday 7th June, the weather was looking good, well, it couldn’t have been much better, especially with the weather further south being as wet and horrible as it was.

My rucksack packed, my host had made a very lovely cheese and lettuce sarnie, along with a flapjack, I set off from the house we were staying in, headed up Gynack Road, past the Kingussie Golf Course and Caravan Park (can you remember how to pronounce that? I bet you had to look back…..).

Cross this brdge from the Gynack Road to pick up the track leading through the golf course
The track going through Kingussie Golf Course

Almost the name for a pub!
Sadly, no pubs on this walk.....

I have to confess at this point, once you get past the golf course and Caravan Park, the track is very laborious. I was considering a small detour to Creag Bheag, especially as the it took me away from the laborious track.

So I did, turn off and head towards the golf course, following the signs for Creag Bheag.
Coming away from the track, this path, across the bridge, takes you up to the golf course.

Walk around the golf course, not just for respect of the golfers, but for your safety.
The path takes you through some woodland, around to a derrelicked cottage

Walking pas the derelicked cottage, takes you to a gate
After the gate, you walk through some more woodland
Following this route, took me to Loch Gynack, nothing special, just an ordinary small Loch in the Scottish Highlands. But it did provide a couple of lovely photos.

Loch Gynack through the gate

Loch Gynack

I just had to take this picture of Loch Gynack, before returning to the original route

This was totally unplanned, so my original route had been totally binned, well at this stage.

Just to point out, before I left, my host, who knows the area very well (and my wife, not that she would have had a clue where I was going), were aware of my intended route and possible diversions. So if anything did happen and I was late returning home, they would be able give the police and local MRT sufficient information as to where to find me.

Not that I had any intention of getting lost or having an accident.

I digress.

Now where was I, not lost, just distracted. Ah yes, Loch Gynack. I needed to re-plan my route, do I walk around the Loch or do I back track?

I’d estimated my time to be around six hours out, to go around would easily add an extra hour, because I’m terrible, I like to stop and take photographs.

So a quick look at the map and the various options, I decided to back track and pick up the track near to Pitmain Lodge.

Back on the track, alongside the Gynack Burn, I continued along my intended route when I decided based on the conversation the previous night, I was going to ascend Beinn Bhreac first then cross the ridge to the trig point on Carn an Fhreiceadain.

The track is clear, well maintained, not surprising really, because this area is managed for grouse breeding.

The track is clear and well maintained

It’s worth remembering, this area, like virtually most open spaces where we can freely walk, are not just lovely looming open countryside, but a working landscape and often managed for whatever purpose it is being used for, if that doesn’t sound ridiculous.

This open moorland is maintained for grouse breeding

Anyway, back to the track, continuing upwards across some very featureless landscape, lots of grouse with young were spotted. As I gained height, so the Cairngorm range became clearer to view, on a nice sunny day.

Now I was beginning to wonder, had I made the right decision?

I looked back at the Cairngorms, then up at the route ahead, thought back to that time four years ago and thought, yes, I had made the right decision. There was cloud in the far distance heading up from the south and the chances are, I could have ended up on a cloud covered Cairn Gorm summit again, but here, I was going to be below the cloud whatever.

Looking over to the Cairngorms

Cairn Gorm Summit; "I looked back at the Cairngorms"
"yes, I had made the right decision"

So, I continued my ascent, happy in the thought I hadn’t made the wrong decision, looking forward to the view from the top over to the Cairngorms and hopefully, down to Kingussie.

From the moment I left the golf course, I hadn’t seen a soul, not one person, it was peaceful.

As I was getting towards the 700 mtr height of Beinn Bhreac, I met my first two and only walkers for the day, as they were descending Bhreac.

As hill walkers do, we exchanged a few words about where each had been and intended to get to, bid each other a safe journey, then carried on to our intended destinations.

From there on, it was me and only me all the way to the summit of Beinn Bhreac, where I stopped to tag the cairn and take in the views, across towards the Cairngorms.

The Cairn on Beinn Bhreac Summit

Guess what, the summit of Cairn Gorm was cloud covered!

I just had time to stop for a couple of photos before moving on across the ridge to the trig point on Carn an Fhreiceadain.

As I said earlier, this is a relatively easy route to navigate, I could see from Beinn Bhreac the cairn on the summit of Carn an Fhreiceadain. A quick time check, bearing in mind I had taken a detour, which meant I was behind time and once I drop down from either summit, mobile phone signals were non-existent.

No problem, I would be back within the allotted time, so I carried on for Carn an Fhreiceadain.

Following the track, that was still well maintained, across what looked like very dry peat bog land, I headed for my next summit, enjoying the views and keeping an eye on the cloud moving from the Cairngorms towards me.

I wasn’t worried about being in the cloud, it was more a case of do I need to put my waterproof trousers on at the next summit, or do I chance it, knowing I didn’t really want to stop needlessly on my descent.

I took the chance, the waterproof trousers stayed in the top of my rucksack, still quick and easy to get out if I needed them.

I finally arrived at the summit of Carn an Fhreiceadain, tagged the trig point, and took in the views and a few photographs as well.

Tagged, the trig point on Carn an Fhreiceadian


The wind was gusting
up to 19.5 mph
and the temperature
was 6.7ºC

View to the north of the Trig Point

Time was pressing on, a quick check on the map to confirm my descent route, noting the cairn marking my track down, and off I headed.

the cairn marking my track down

The views were still pleasant and I started to notice the temperature change quite quickly. This would most likely be due to the fact I started to become shielded from the wind.

The track continued to be well maintained, all the way down, including the many tracks that spurred off from the main track.

A word of caution, check your desired route matches the route you are on. Some of points where the tracks spur off can almost appear to be the route you think you want, but they are not!

Looking down towards Pitmain Lodge

Also, keep in mind, this is quite a descent, you are likely to be fatigued, therefore not only liable to take a wrong turn, but also could stumble on some of the loose stones on the track.

As you do, it was at this point, I started to think, what if?

What if I was to need assistance, there will be on mobile signal at this point, I was well within a ravine, I had my whistle, my head torch, a couple of glow sticks (which will provide a good few hours of reasonable illumination), storm shelter should I become immobile and extra layers.

Would anyone hear my whistle call of six blasts a minute and if they did, would they realise what it was or just think who is that lout making that noise?

Thank you to those who responded on Twitter that night to my curiously raised question, your feedback was interesting and valuable, but raised an interesting concern.

Would you recognise six blasts of a whistle or would you think I wish that lout would shut up and loose that whistle?

Anyway, I’ve digressed again.

Continuing down the track, I had the pleasure of looking back up Allt Mor before crossing the first of three bridges.

Looking up Allt Mor, which feeds in to Gynack Burn

Continuing my descent along the track, I could soon see the small forest by Pitmain Lodge, which meant the pleasant part of my hill walk, was nearing its end, but that long trudge down the road back to Kingussie was still to be completed.

Three bridges to cross

The track leads to Pitmain Lodge

Following the track down, as I neared Pitmain Lodge, I had to cross the river, Allt Mor, and then pick up that laborious tarmacked road, though the golf course, back in to Kingussie.
Red Squirrell
One thing to do when walking back down this road, keep an eye out for red squirrels. There are lots of them around here.

It was a good day’s hill walk, the weather had been extremely kind and the views were spectacular. Oh, and I definitely had no regrets not going for Cairn Gorm. Possibly another good weather day I’ll ascend Cairn Gorm.

Finally, happy rambling and thank you for reading,

Peak Rambler


  1. Stop blowing that bloody whistle!!! :-)

    You got a nice day for it. There's loads round there to be investigated. I have still a lot of ground to cover up there.

    The Loch Gynack shot is a cracker.

    1. Thank you.

      It was an absolutely superb day.

      As for the whistle.... ;-))

      There is a lot to be explored, which is why I wanted to try and stay local to where we were staying.

      Creag Bheag both of them,, though only small peaks, looks quite interesting.

      I'll have to see next time if I can get two days out. LOL....

    2. Thanks Barney, it was a superb day.

      Looking forward to my next trip to the same area.

  2. Enjoy your trip Mike! Hopefully you don't get as much grief walking across a golf course as we do down South ;)

    1. No golf balls seemed to come my way, thankfully.