Anne, Mark and I have been battling with another bout of wild Scottish weather and even though plan A didn’t pan out we still managed to get into the hills to enjoy some Cuillin scrambling.
We had a brief jaunt into Coire a Ghreadaidh on Tuesday, just about making An Dorus before being blown all over the place in some unseasonably gusty winds. Wednesday had a slightly (ahem) better forecast so the three of us made tracks into Coire Bhasteir before heading up onto Bruach na Frithe and descending its Northwest ridge back to the Sligachan.
Yesterday was by far the best forecast so in typical Cuillin style, after lulling us into a false sense of security, it proceeded to rain and blow us around all day. Fair play to Anne who still cruised through the Coire Lagan round including having solitude on the Inn Pinn with little in the way of a view. We only bumped into three people in the hills over the entire three days, a testament to the conditions we experienced.