Mostly Wildfires, plus a Cairngorms camp with torn trousers

The Abernethy-Ryvoan Fire Day1. View from Craigellachie

On July 15 I was driving to Aviemore when I saw smoke billowing up from behind Meall a’Bhuachaille. I was heading for Coire na Ciste and a walk on the long north ridge of Cairn Gorm, a favourite quiet place. Approaching Aviemore the smoke looked thicker. Stopping, I consulted the internet. A fire had broken out near Ryvoan Bothy. Going that way seemed unwise so I walked up Craigellachie above Aviemore instead. The wood shone in the sunshine. The sky was blue. It was a lovely day. Except that once out of the trees I could see the smoke again, more smoke now, filling the sky above the Ryvoan Pass. This looked bad, this looked serious. It was.

View of the smoke from home. Day 7.

Over the next few weeks whenever I looked out of my study window I could see the smoke. Every day I thought of all the people fighting the fire and felt thanks. Every day I felt sorrow, knowing that a place I love will not look the same the next time I visit, will be burnt, blackened, and scarred. I think of the wildlife that will have perished. And I think of climate change and of the fires burning all over the world and wonder what have we done?

Those weeks it was hard to concentrate on anything else. Every day I followed the story on social media and on the news. I’ve watched videos, looked at pictures, read reports.

Dava Moor after the fire.

A year ago it was the same. Then a much bigger fire, the biggest ever in the UK, burned Dava Moor to the north of Grantown-on-Spey. That fire was out of sight of home but much, much closer. We could smell the smoke and at times see it drifting low over the nearby forest. Not knowing how close it might come we made plans to evacuate quickly. It stopped five miles away. I wrote about it here.

Dava Moor detail.

Although far larger the Dava Fire didn’t attract the same attention as the Abernethy – Ryvoan fire. It wasn’t in a popular tourist area, it was mostly outside the Cairngorms National Park, although it did just cross the border (see map here), it didn’t threaten communities, though it came close. It was on low gently undulating moorland mostly used for grouse shooting and sheep grazing with some areas of planted forestry (it’s noteworthy that the areas of muirburn didn’t stop the fire). The main attraction for visitors is lovely Lochindorb with its ruined castle on an island and its birdlife.

Lochindorb with smoke from the Dava Moor fire

The Dava Fire was declared out after just four days. The Abernethy-Ryvoan Fire lasted over four weeks and even after that there were hotspots. Two months later and the core area of the fire is still closed to the public as dangerous trees and debris are cleared. Looking at the map it’s easy to see why the much bigger fire could be dealt with so much faster. Dava Moor is almost flat open terrain. Much of the Abernethy-Ryvoan fire was on steep slopes and narrow valleys covered in dense forest or heather and rocks.  As I know, this is difficult ground to move over away from paths. Fighting a fire here must have been extremely difficult.

The much greater attention given to the Abernethy-Ryvoan Fire means that much discussion is being given to what needs to be done to reduce the likelihood of future fires – and there will be future fires as the effects of climate change grow – being so devastating. Plans are being drawn up which I hope will actually lead to action. This should really have been done after the Dava Fire but nobody outside the area was much interested in that. I’ve talked to a surprising number of people since who hadn’t even heard of if but knew about the Abernethy-Ryvoan Fire.

Cotton grass on Dava Moor a year after the fire.

In May this year I walked the Dava Way from Grantown-on-Spey to Forres as part of the Moray Way (see this post). This took me through the area of the fire. Whilst there was much blackened ground and many burnt trees I was heartened to see that much of the open moor was white with one of the most extensive areas of cotton grass I've ever seen. Life was returning.

Two months after the Abernethy-Ryvoan Fire I returned to the area. Until then I’d walkd in other areas of the Cairngorms. (Despite what some news reports said the fire was only in a very small part of the national park). Part of me was reluctant to go back. The pictures were horrific enough. I couldn’t go into the fire area itself. This was still closed. But I could go up Meall a’ Bhuachaille, right on its edge, and look across it. I took camping gear, deciding to combine the visit with a night out in the hills.

View back down to Loch Morlich

The sky was cloudy, the forest stuffy and humid. I was glad to feel a breeze as I left the trees. There were many fungi lining the path. The heather was a brilliant purple, at the height of its summer display. Across Loch Morlich dark clouds tore across the hills. Soon I could look across the forest to blackened slopes around Coire Laogh Mor. The burnt area stretched up to the Coire na Ciste car park. Higher up it stopped at the path up the ridge on the east side of the corrie. The fire must have been weakening here for a narrow footpath to block it.

View from Meall a' Bhuachaille to Coire na Ciste

From the blustery summit of Meall a’Bhuachaille I could see more of the extent of the fire, how it had spread across Strath Nethy to the lower slopes of Bynack Beg and east into Abernethy Forest. I knew it had burned in the Ryvoan Pass, on the eastern side of Meall a’ Bhuachaille, and along Strath Nethy but these were hidden from the summit. Notices on the path down to Ryvoan Bothy said that way was closed. The view was sobering but not unexpected. The year before I’d seen the aftermath of the Dava Moor fire. This looked the same, just on steep slopes.

View from Meall a'Bhuachaille to the edge of Abernethy Forest

I’ve been up Meall a’ Bhuachaille many, many times over the years. This was the first time I hadn’t gone up or down via Ryvoan though. I turned away from the devastation and headed down the hill. A couple of runners passed me. A lone backpacker with a dog was sitting in the heather. “I think they’re crazy, they think we’re crazy” she said, seeing my big pack. This, she told me, would be only her second night wild camping. Before I dropped off the wide ridge I could see her pitching a green tent high on the hillside.

With the wind picking up I was looking for a more sheltered site. Finding one was not as easy as I hoped. The tussocky heather high up I expected. Not far down though I came across an area that had been clear-cut so many years earlier that the tree stumps and whitened dead branches were half-buried in thick heather and long grass. Crunching through these was slow and arduous.

A somewhat sheltered, somewhat flat camp.

When I reached the burn that would be my camp water supply I was still in the felled debris. I had to descend a fair way before I came to actual living trees and a small patch of not too bumpy ground that would just do for the tent. Down here it was now calm and rain was starting to fall. As soon as I stopped the midges came out so I was inside with the doors closed as quickly as possible, especially as I was showing rather a large amount of bare leg, my admittedly ancient trousers having split almost from waist to knee as I pitched the tent.

Oops!

The trousers were clearly unrepairable, or at least well beyond skills. My only spare ones were my waterproof overtrousers so I’d have to wear these. I was glad I’d had to come further down the hill to find a site as this meant a shorter walk the next day. I was also, for once, hoping it would rain. At least I was comfortable in camp.

It did rain too, most of the night, but it stopped soon after dawn. However a gusty wind had sprung up which kept off the midges and which I hoped wouldn’t make the overtrousers too unbearable. The trousers did have full-length side zips and leaving these open from thigh to knee kept my legs cool. In fact the trousers were quite comfortable, though I expect they wouldn’t have been if it had been calmer and warmer.

Fly Agaric.

The walk back to the car through the forest was uneventful. Near the camp there were some sizeable deciduous trees still in cracked and splitting plastic tubes that should really have been removed long ago. The trees, mostly willow, seemed healthy enough though. Lower down more fungi, especially Fly Agaric, decorated the sides of the forest track. It was peaceful down here. I relaxed, forgetting for a short while fires and the future.

I made a video of the trip, mostly about the camping.

A Look At The October Issue Of The Great Outdoors

This issue sees the annual Gear Of The Year Awards, selected from twelve months of gear that impressed TGO's team of experts, including myself. I put together this year's feature and have been convinced to buy at least two of the winners!

The main features see experts looking at the future and predicting what's in store for hillwalkers (I hope some of  them are correct and some aren't!); Alastair MacDonald Jackson explores the little-known hills of Galloway; Alex Roddie goes hiking in the Austrian Alps; and Willem Vandoorne spends time alone in grizzly bear country in Kluane National Park in the Yukon.

In the Skills section psychologist Ian Taylor looks at the science of motivation.

The issue opens with a splendid photograph of Sass de Putia in the Dolomites by Judith Niederwanger and Alexander Pichler. Nadia Shaikh is awestruck by dolphins. Jonathan Caswell speaks to Mike Park, former chief executive of Mountain Rescue England and Wales, and his successor, Andy Buchan, about their stories and their thoughts for the future. Jim Perrin's Mountain Portrait looks at Rhobell Fawr in North Wales. Trail of the Month is Raad ny Foillan - the Way of the Gull - on the Isle of Man, described by Francesca Donovan. In her Uphill Struggles column Juls Stodel advises a new dad on the protocol of bothying with a baby.

Wild Walks covers seven routes to hills that involve woodlands. James Roddie climbs through Caledonian pine forest above Loch Maree to Meall a' Ghiubhais in Torridon. In the Cairngorms Roger Butler walks from Glenmore to Bynack More, a route sadly closed at the time writing due to the damaging wildfire this summer. In the Southern Uplands Ian Battersby takes the Southern Upland Way through woods to Well Hill.  Vivienne Crow goes through the vast Kielder Forest to Deadwater Fell and Peel Fell in Northumberland. In the Lake District James Forrest climbs Walla Crag via Borrowdale's Atlantic oakwoods. Andrew Galloway is on the same hill as Jim Perrin in his Mountain Portrait, climbing through woods from Coed-y-Brenin to Rhobell Fawr. In Bannau Brycheiniog/Brecon Beacons Carys Rees goes up Fan y Big and Waun Rydd from Talybont Forest.

A Familiar Walk With A Difference: Sgor Gaoith & Meall Tionail

Meall Tionail with Meall Buidhe to the left

Sometimes revisiting a familiar place can bring something new, something that makes you think maybe you didn’t know the place as well as you thought after all. Such was the case on a late August walk from Glen Feshie to Sgor Gaoith. I’ve done this many times over the years. It’s one of my favourite Cairngorm walks and Sgor Gaoith one of my favourite Munros. I wasn’t expecting anything different.

Heather, pines, path

The heather on the lower slopes was startlingly bright, beautiful, rich and purple. The sky was overcast, the air was warm and humid. I was soon hot and sweat-soaked. It was a relief to leave the last trees and feel a slight breeze.

The sun breaks through

A late start had me arriving on the tops just before sunset. For a brief moment the sun broke through the clouds and cast pink rays over the land. Then the greyness returned and thickened as mist enshrouded me.

The mist was wet so I quickly pitched the tent on a site I knew well, collected water, and settled in for the night. Very soon the flysheet was dripping with condensation.

Camp

In the early hours the weather changed. I was woken by a breeze rustling the flysheet and flicking drops of moisture on my face. It felt cooler and I closed the inner tent door. Dawn came with a blue sky and a gusty wind.

The Allt Fuaran Diotach

Not far from camp the Allt Fuaran Diotach began its dramatic plunge down to Loch Eanaich far below. I took the narrow path that runs along the edge of the broken cliffs above the loch. This is a fine route with tremendous views of Sgor Gaoith ahead and across the loch to the massive bulk of Braeriach. 

View down to Loch Eanaich

The wind was very strong here, rushing up from the glen. It was pushing me away from the drop or I’d have moved to gentler terrain.

Sgor Gaoith

I could see walkers on the sharp point of Sgor Gaoith and more coming along the main path, which lay not far away. I joined them as my path and theirs merged just below the top. The wind was now ferocious. I didn’t stop but dropped down to the east to find a lunch spot where my water bottle wouldn’t be whisked away by the wind as soon as I put it down.

The ridge I'd never noticed before. Meall Tionail on the left.

Sitting here gazing at the extensive view over Glen Feshie I noticed a graceful curving ridge running from Meall Buidhe, a subsidiary top of Sgor Gaoith, to a little bump called Meall Tionail. I must have looked at this ridge every time I’d come this way but it had never made an impression. I’d never really seen it, never wondered what it was like. I did now. I’d planned, as always, on going over Meall Buidhe and onto Geal Charn, another subsidiary top once classified as a Munro, and then descending down to Glen Feshie. Now though I decided I’d go to Meall Tionail and see what it was like.

There’s a bit of a path over the stony ground to Meall Buidhe but none from there to Meall Tionail. The ridge, as I’d expected, was actually quite broad.  The graceful curve was an illusion. The terrain was rocky but the walking easy. A cairn decorated the summit. I sat here a while looking back at Meall Buidhe and Sgor Gaoith.

The summit of Meall Tionail. Sgor Gaoith in the distance.

Meall Tionail is a pleasant summit, a gentle rise at the end of a spur from Meall Buidhe. I doubt anyone comes here very often as it doesn’t reach Munro height. Many traverse its lower slopes though, as I had done the previous day, as a well-used path to Sgor Gaoith curves round it. Now I’d been up it and added a little to my knowledge of the area. There’s always so much more to learn.

From the summit I headed down steep, heather-clad slopes to join that path just above the forest.

I made a little video of the trip with much more about my camp.

A Look At The September Issue Of The Great Outdoors

 

A belated look at the September issue of TGO magazine. The last few weeks have been somewhat hectic and have flashed by so it's a little late I'm afraid.

In the gear pages Lara Dunn and James Roddie each review four waterproof jackets and Gemma Palmer and Peter Macfarlane each review three midlayers. In individual reviews Kirsty Pallas looks at the HeartHero Elliot AED and Fiona Russell tests the La Sportiva Ultra Raptor 3 trail shoes.

In the main features Tristan Gooley looks at reawakening our ability to interpret and attune to nature, Steph Wetherall is bewitched by Orkney, photographer Lizzie Shepherd has a photo essay about finding as much beauty and meaning in the mundane as the extraordinary, and Kulbhushansingh Suryawanshi describes an epic journey to establish a study site for snow leopards deep in the Indian Himalayas. 

In shorter pieces Nadia Shaikh tells the fascinating story of the robin's pincushion plant gall, Ronald Turnbull reviews The Art of Julian Cooper, Doctor of Peatland Science John King visits Kinlochbervie in the NW Highlands to at the effects of the new green energy goldrush, Jim Perrin recalls jaunts up Beinn Tarsuinn on Aran, and Juls Stodel advises a reader on how to avoid being spooked when solo camping.

The Wild Walks pages cover sea-to-summit routes, starting off with probably the finest of all, Sgurr na Stri on the Isle of Skye, ascended by James Roddie from Elgol. On other Scottish islands Simon traverses Askival and Hallival on Rum, and Roger Butler climbs An Sgurr on Eigg. In Dumfries & Galloway Vivienne Crow gazes across the sea to the Lake District and the Isle of Man from Criffel. In the Lake District itself Norman Hadley tackles the Wast Water Screes from the coast. Down in Eryri/Snowdonia Kate Dakin explores the summits around Conwy, and Andrew Galloway climbs from the sea to Moel Ysgyfarnogod. 

Tent Pegs I Like & Dislike (with reasons)

Tent pegs ordered as I'd choose them from one I wouldn't use on the left to my favourite on the right.

Tent pegs are essential items you should be able to take for granted. Simple, functional, not particularly interesting. However, I’ve been irritated recently at how many of them are barely adequate, if that.

Tent pegs only have one purpose, to secure a tent or tarp so it doesn’t fall down or blow away. That shouldn’t be difficult. And for many years it wasn’t. Pegs for backpacking and mountaineering tents were mostly of two sorts – pin or skewers pegs with shepherd’s crook heads and U or V-shaped pegs with bent over tops. Made of aluminium both sorts were lightweight and suitable for all but the softest ground if long enough. Attaching guylines and pegging points securely was easy. Using them was easy.

These pegs are still around and better and cheaper than most modern styles. For example, Vango Pin Pegs have shepherd's crook tops. They are 18cm long, weigh 12g each, and cost £4.99 for ten from Ultralight Outdoor Gear (all prices in this article are from Ultralight Outdoor Gear and are current for mid-August 2026). Such pegs are plain and dull – as tent pegs should be! You can spend £20-£50 or more for ten modern pegs that look much fancier, most of which aren’t as good as the Pin Pegs, though they usually weigh a little less. I’m much more concerned that a peg will hold my tent up than that I’m saving 6g. 

The Pin Pegs are tubular aluminium like my old ones. There are much thinner titanium shepherd's crook pegs - you can see three on the left of the picture at the top. The longer ones are okay in hard ground though I wouldn't use them for anything other than the corners of a tent or for a groundsheet inside a tarp. Being titanium they are very light - 6-9g.

Too many of the latest pegs are too short and have notched tops that guylines and pegging points can easily slip off. I’ve tested six backpacking tents in the last year and only one had adequate pegs, and that was by far the least expensive one. The others were all too short and had tiny notches for attaching pegging points. They are brightly coloured though with the brand name embossed on the side.  

One set did have bigger notches at the head that did hold guylines better, until they broke or bent that is. Because the notches were deeper only a narrow section of the peg was left between them so when pressure was applied, the head tore and bent.  Four failed like this on a winter camp on stony ground high in the Cairngorms. It could have been awkward, but I always carry extra pegs, so I replaced them with shepherd’s crook ones.

One of the pegs that broke and the replacement I was glad I had.

Another problem with many modern pegs is that the heads can be quite hard and sharp, so they hurt or even cut your hands when you apply pressure to them. I’ve seen suggestions for using a plastic bottle cap or a thimble to put over the peg, so it doesn’t hurt your hand. This isn’t necessary with old-style pegs!

The short length (under 16cms) of many of these pegs means that they don’t hold well except in very hard ground. The wind tugging on guylines can pull them out.

It’s annoying that too many expensive backpacking tents come with these pegs, so you need to replace them or at least add better pegs for the main pegging points and guylines. This should not be necessary.

 

My favourite peg on the right. Two of the short, tiny notch Y-pegs that come with many modern tents.

The pegs I find best of all are long tubular ones. These hold well in all types of ground from soft to rock hard and the ones I've used are very tough. There are several brands. Mine are Easton. They’re 22cm long and weigh 15g each. I’ve been using them for many years and they’ve never failed, though I have bent one. It’s still usable.  Current ones are a bit longer at 23cm and a bit lighter at 13g. They are expensive though. £6.49 each for an Easton Nano one.  

As Easton pegs have apparently been discontinued if I was replacing them it would be with the 20cm Big Sky International Tube Steak 20 which weigh 14g per peg and cost £16.99 for a pack of four.

I don’t carry enough tubular pegs for every pegging point and guyline. That’s unnecessary. I carry enough for key stress points and shorter, lighter pegs for everywhere else.

I’ve also made a YouTube video about pegs.

Glen Tromie & Meallach Mhor: a camp and a hill or four

Loch an t-Seilich from the slopes of Meallach Mhor

On the western side of the Cairngorms National Park is long Glen Tromie. It’s not as well-known or popular as the glens and passes to the east – Glen Feshie, Gleann Eanaich, the Lairig Ghru. No Munros rise above Glen Tromie, no cliff-girt corries. The hills are rolling and round heathery bumps, steep-sided but not dramatic. The glen has some fine native woodlands though and these are regenerating since the conservation organisation WildLand bought the estate several years to add to Glen Feshie which they already owned and began the process of rewilding.

Woodland in Glen Tromie

Not having been to Glen Tromie myself for many years, not since 2208 in fact when I walked through the glen in December with Cameron McNeish (as described in this old blog post), I thought it was time to go and see what it’s like now and go up into the hills from the glen.

The estate track in lower Glen Tromie

There is a Corbett rising above the glen, 769-metre Meallach Mhor. I went up this many years ago from the east but had never climbed it from Glen Tromie, to which it belongs. Guidebooks and websites mostly suggest cycling along the private estate track that runs up the glen to the base of the hill, climbing it, then cycling back down the glen. Whilst the ascent and descent routes can be varied this doesn’t spend much time actually on the hills. Most of the day is spent cycling. I decided I would walk up the glen, camp, climb Meallach Mhor the next day then follow the line of lower hills that parallels Glen Tromie. (This is a route described by Walk Highlands).

Meadowsweet, meadows, & forest in Glen Tromie

The weather was showery and cloudy with bursts of sunshine and a brisk wind as I set off from Tromie Bridge. The lower glen was lush, a mix of hay meadows and woodland. There were many wild flowers and many impressive alder trees by the river. Soon I could see young trees spreading out from the thickening forest. The walk up the glen grew more and more heartening as I saw more and more signs of regeneration.

I thought of camping by Bhran Cottage, where I’d camped with Cameron eighteen years before, but it was summer not winter and I wanted a breezier site to avoid the midges. Not much further was a little lochan, oddly situated above the track and the river. A long straight embankment along the western and northern sides showed that it was almost certainly artificial. I couldn’t find a name on any map.

Camp by the unnamed lochan

The bank was overgrown with deep heather and young rowan and birch trees. I had walked almost the whole length of it and was beginning to think I’d have to return to Bhran Cottage when I found a grassy patch just big enough for the tent. A breeze swept over the lochan, just strong enough to keep off the midges. It was a fine camp. There was rain overnight but the morning came with a touch of sunshine.

Meallach Mhor lay directly above, barely two kilometres away. The direct ascent was not easy though. The slope is steep in places but that wasn’t the reason. It was the deep, thick heather, which sometimes came up to my thighs. Relief came higher up when the angle and the heather finally lessened and I could walk normally rather than stagger and thrash.

Cairn on the ascent of Meallach Mhor

The views were excellent and dramatic though, giving a good excuse to stop frequently. There was no path but I did come upon a fine cairn that overlooked the unnamed lochan. 

Squalls in the distance

To the south and the west the clouds were low on the hills and I could see squalls scudding across the land. Further up Glen Tromie I could see Loch an t-Seilich filling a wide cleft between steep hills. Although there were dark clouds on three sides none of the rain reached me. The wind though was strong, buffeting me along.

The summit of Meallach Mhor, looking to Loch an t-Seilich

The stony summit of Meallach Mhor is flat, the high point marked by a small cairn. It’s not very distinctive but as a viewpoint it’s superb and the sense of space and vastness is exhilarating. To the east you look across waves of rolling hills to the Cairngorm giants Braeriach, Sgor an Lochain Uaine, and Cairn Toul, a magnificent view.

Braeriach, Sgor an Lochain Uaine, & Cairn Toul from Meallach Mhor

From the summit I descended to the col with Meallach Bheag on a rough intermittent path. An ORV track crosses the col and here I met the only other walkers I saw all trip, a party of four backpackers who’d come from Glen Feshie. They were leaving their packs while they went up and down Meallach Mhor then descending the track into Glen Tromie. That track probably is the easiest route from Glen Tromie to Meallach Mhor, longer but undoubtedly less strenuous than my head-on, heather-bashing climb.

Croidh-la. The high point is the tiny cairn on the horizon on the right

The hills and the fine views continued over long Clach-mheall to Croidh-la. This is the lowest but most distinctive of the four tops on the east side of Glen Tromie and the only one with a trig point, though this isn’t on the very highest point. The slopes running down to Glen Tromie are very steep with some little crags and probably not a good place to descend. There’s a rough path on the hill anyway that leads gently downwards to Cadha Giorraid where it turns westwards and descends to Glen Tromie through regenerating native woodland.

A Look At The August Issue Of The Great Outdoors

In this issue I review solo backpacking tents from MSR, Highlander, Weschel, and Big Agnes plus men's hiking shoes from Keen, Oboz, Danner, and Meindl. Lara Dunn reviews women's hiking shoes from La Sportiva, Helly Hansen, Aku, and Arc'teryx. In individual reviews Francesca Donovan likes the Helly Hansen Blaze 7/8 Tights and David Lintern likes the Sunski Ferrata Sunglasses and the Rab Force Hoody.

Peter Macfarlane gives some advice on second-hand footwear and how to restore in the Gear Opinion piece.

In the main features Julia Clarke links saunas and summits in the Scottish Highlands, Tim Gent explores the tributaries of Dartmoor, and Richard Hartfield solo backpacks the remote Via Alta Vallemaggia in the Alps.

The Skills section wilderness first-aider Cory Jones comments on reader's health issues on long-distance walks. 

The opening Almanac pages begins with an ethereal and beautiful double-page photograph of sunrise on the River Stour in Dorset by Daniel Wretham. Nadia Shaikh considers swallows. Francesca Donovan reviews a film about the Right to Roam campaign, Our Land, directed by Orban Wallace, and the book Swimming Wild In South West England by Sian Anna Lewis. 

In a longer piece Kenton Cool looks back on his 20 ascents of Everest. 

Jim Perrin has a Water Portrait rather than a mountain one, writing about the River Wye. In her Uphill Struggles column Juls Stodel gives advice on building skills and trusting yourself. 

Wild Walks looks at routes that combine hills with water where you can cool off. On the Isle of Skye James Roddie climbs Sgurr nan Eag and Loch Coir' a' Ghrunnda. There are three Lake District walks. James Forrest links Glaramara, Esk Hause, Angle Tarn, and Blackmoss Pot. Norman Hadley climbs Mardale Ill Bell and descends by Kentmere Reservoir. Vivienne Crow also goes over Mardale Ill Bell on a walk that includes Blea Water, High Street, and Small Water. In the Peak District Simon Stokes goes up Kinder Scout via the Mermaid's Pool. In Wales Andrew Galloway visits Llyn y Morynion, Llyn Du, and Gloywlyn on an ascent of Rhinog Fawr in Eryri/Snowdonia and Carys Rees climbs Pen y Fan via the Nant Sere waterfalls in Bannau Brycheiniog,