Mt Battock with the Stockets

By on November 16, 2008 · Filed under: mountains · 0 Comments

There was excitement, adventure and bacon rolls even before we hit the hill on our trip to Glen Esk for the November 2008 walk. The coach turned up a few minutes late but our troop of 19 souls who braved an inclement, dark, cold Aberdeen morning were soon being whisked down the A90 at a good pace. The rain died away, the sun rose over a steel-grey sea and our souls lifted. Unfortunately, so did the bus’ engine temperature which caused us to dive into a lay-by shortly after we had sped past the Fettercairn turn off.

A few anxious minutes later, having turned to head back north, we stopped again, this time straddling the hard shoulder and inside lane as the engine yet again refused to go on. The driver topped up the radiator and we crawled a little further on to the services at Strathcathrow, not before we had narrowly avoided wiping out a car as the driver yet again missed the turn and tried to head down the joining slip road!

After a few minutes of discussion and technical analysis outside at the services we decided to head inside where a new plan for the day was formulated over cups of coffee and bacon rolls. We had a half hour wait for a coach to come from Forfar, during which time we decided to do a shorter loop walk up over Mount Battoch and then around a few of the smaller hills in the area. It was seen as a bit risky to send our driver off around to the Clachnaben car park even if the new bus did prove to be reliable.

The new, much smaller, yet functioning bus arrived and we piled on for the last twenty minutes or so into Glen Esk. We were deposited into the cold clear sunshine close to Millden Lodge and the bridge over the Burn of Turret.

Out into the wilds

Thanks to our hot breakfast the Stockets were soon off at a good pace heading along a clear track north towards Blackcraigs. From these farm buildings it was then a gentle climb up the landrover highway onto the broad back of Mt Een (529m). As we climbed the views back into a sleepy Glen Esk opened up, and to our west the peaks above Glen Tanar appeared.

Through the gate

After a pause for coffee we continued. From Een the track continued over the undulating slopes of Bennygray (558m) and then up towards Wester Cairn. The top of Mt Battock which had been visible for most of the walk was now close by. We followed the track up onto Wester Cairn through boggy ground whilst the following group took a more direct route.

Mt Battock

From here it was only a kilometer or so to the summit of Mt Battock where a stuff breezed forced only the brave to linger. After taking in the views of the Mounth (lochnagar and Mt Keen bathed in winter sunlight) as well as Clachnaben we sought shelter for lunch. Most people had to descend from the summit but in the sunshine behind the large cairn it was delightful and sandwiches were consumed whilst the view down Glen Esk was admired.

Clachnaben from Mt Battock

The return journey took us along the other half of the horsehoe leading down from Mt Battock. After a short section of cross-country we again picked up a well made track and headed down across the Hill of Saughs and the Hill of Turret. Somewhere on this section we came across our only sign of other walkers on the hills – the words Cairngorm Club had been scratched into the gravel.

The final mile

5 hours after setting out and with the sun sinking behind the hills south of the Esk we came down into the farmland around Millden Lodge and were reunited with the bus.

We stopped off for a warming pint or three in the Edzell hotel which was cosy and warm. Then it was back on the bus for a dark drive back to Aberdeen and the end of a satisfying day.

Major Matt Mason USA at The Music Club

By on November 2, 2008 · Filed under: gig, music · 1 Comments

Leaving the Saturday evening hustle of Langstane Place (gateway to Soul – it ought to be guarded by a three-headed dog) the Music Club is found by climbing a series of brightly lit yet eerily quiet stairs, following makeshift signs and holding on to shiny stainless steel handrails. Even fifteen or so minutes after doors there weren’t very many people besides the band-folk and it is this lack of footfall which means that unfortunately The Music Club is the latest music venue casualty in Aberdeen. Tonight’s gig marked the end of a short-lived time in business. It’s a real shame because they’ve done great things with the space. Both the coffee and continental beer were very good and the sound system was rich and warm; perfectly suited to the minimalism of the evening’s acts.

Despite initial concerns though, by the time the Matricarians took to the stage (or at least one half of the four piece) there was a buzz of conversation and the majority of tables and sofas had filled up with people. Alan and Susan treated us to a delightful half a dozen richly-looped folk deconstructions which took us all the way from wistful, innocent love through to, well, necrophilia. On the way there were Oxfam-sourced bird whistles, xylophones and Alan’s guitar noodlings. It was a lot of fun and set the tone nicely for the rest of the evening.

Next up was Francis MacDonald, Teenage Fanclub’s drummer, owner of Glasgow’s Shoeshine Records/Spit & Polish, manager of bands such as Camera Obscura and, it turns out, a singer-songwriter in his own right. Never taking himself too seriously Francis opened by apologising for his guitar playing (“I usually play the drums”) and then knocking out the Laurel & Hardy tune Honolulu Baby. His songs were simple, quirky affairs driven by a lovely up-tempo 60′s pop guitar style. Songs largely centered around girls and in fact it appeared that the whole thing was performed for the lassie with the nice smile sitting in the front row. He finished off with highlights from his “pop opera” called Sauchiehall And Hope.

The headline act was New York city DIY and anti-folk singer-songwriter Major Matt Mason USA who releases records in the UK on MacDonald’s Shoeshine Music label. I’d come across the name on a few different blogs over the years but had never really given his music the time it deserves. The gig was the perfect arena to really give it some attention.

Major Matt Mason USA on Flickr by dream sister

Major Matt Mason USA by dream sister

Although originally hailing from Kansas (“we thought everyone else spoke funny”) Matt is a product of New York and the vast scope that city has for producing something which flys in the face of anything approaching a trend. For me he bridges a gap between the lengthier, less radio-friendly works of Neil Young (think the wandering nature of Thrasher) and post-grunge bands like Placebo (and I’m not just talking nasally vocals). Whilst his guitar playing is minimalist it is his songwriting which shines – laced with pathos, humour and the occasional slash of darkness, they tell stories of people (well him) with a refreshing honesty.

His song-intros were borderline stand-up at times and he even recited a poem he had written on the train up from the south lands – the Major Matt guarantee that at least one part of the show will be completely unique and never repeated again.

All in all he thoroughly delighted the audience and it was sadly all too soon that he was stepping down to great applause, the lights were up and the Music Club’s all too brief life as a music venue came to a close.

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