Similarly to my traverse of the Aonach Eagach ridge last year, the scale of the perilous drops aside me were hidden by cloud.
Life would be simpler if I had the source code
Similarly to my traverse of the Aonach Eagach ridge last year, the scale of the perilous drops aside me were hidden by cloud.
May Day weekend 2000. A late dash to Scotland after work on the Friday. A long and dark post-midnight walk to the Ben Alder cottage…
Messing about on Stanage Edge, near Hathersage.
Cona’ Mheall (978m) Another long walk in and only a single munro bagged, in the mist and rain. Yuk!
A misty day scrambling along the Aonach Eagach ridge.
Bidean nam Bian (1150m) Stob Coire Sgreamhach (1072m) Bruce’s last Munro.
A hot spring day taking in a circuitous route around the Glen Lyon four. Carn Gorm (1029m) Meall Garbh (968m) Carn Mairg (1041m) Meall nan…
Meall nan Tarmachan, 1044m / 3425ft
“You seem to be going awfully fast,” said the perspiring southern lady on the footpath to Stac Pollaidh, “would you pull me up?” I smiled…