Glen Bruar

I parked the car in Blair Atholl and caught the 9am train north to Kingussie where I started my run south. Past Ruthven Barracks and into Glen Tromie which I had last visited in 1992 as a summer grouse beater for a neighbouring estate. I clearly remember the following exchange:
It was lunch time, all the beaters settled down in the lee of a sheep fank to eat their jeely pieces. 100m along the track were the ‘guns’ (paying guests who had come to kill the wildlife), being waited on hand and foot by the estate staff. After some time, the wife of the Laird wandered over with a silver tray half filled with sandwiches.
She said to us in a charitable voice, “Would you like these sandwiches?”
“Oh yes” we all chorused, reaching out to take our fill as she continued,
“Only, the dogs didn’t like them and we thought it a shame to waste them!”
OMG.

I ran past the same spot today with that memory to entertain on the long drag up to the summit of The Minigaig Pass at 820m. This felt very remote and I was glad of the wee quartz cairns that marked the route across the high ground.

Eventually descended down to Glen Bruar and onwards south past the bothy and Blair Castle to my car. 45km.

The pic is a view back north up Glen Bruar, with The Minigaig on the horizon left of centre.