Winter turned out not to be wintery at all, our plans of snowy ridgelines driven from our heads by the warm wind and stoating rain. New plans were formulated while making porridge under the awning of the Clachaig. MWIS said there would be ‘several hours where precipitation will be ceaseless’ which was inspiring. A walk then.

The two mountain professionals were swift and agile, I lumbered behind in my gentleman amateur status. The views were obscured but the mountains were welcoming, and not a single other soul was seen. There was even the occasional grin. It was a fine day after all.




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