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Monday 21 March 2016

SCOTLAND MARCH 2016...ALPINE SPRING

Well I'm back home again after another visit to Scotland. I had the added pleasure this time of having Patrick Price, (with whom I had enjoyed a super trip to Torridon a few years ago), for company again and with a good weather forecast things were set fair.

Saturday March 12th;

I had done my usual thing of train, ferry, train...more train and I alighted in Aviemore at 16.20 where I was to meet Patrick. It was great to meet Patrick again and we immediately settled into comfortable banter and the drive across to the west flew by. We were to meet with a friend of his Lorraine McCall in Ballachulish and we would do something on Sunday. We opted to stop for a coffee en-route at an isolated little cafe/gift shop that was just about to close for the evening. An excellent cuppa and cake went down a treat but we weren't  expecting the very lengthy discourse on the woes of the pottery craft and the history of its manufacture in both the UK and China. After a while we made our excuses and continued west. We arrived at Lorraine's and a very convivial evening ensued as comfortable conversation flowed between friends (Lorraine was joined by Kaz her friend from Glasgow via London). I was pretty exhausted and I bedded down with relish when the chat ended at around 11pm.

Sunday March 13th;

We emerged to a sleepy village in and got ready for our day which was to be the spectacular Ballachulish Horseshoe. Originally we had hoped to do something like the Aonagh Eagach ridge or somesuch but the thaw had stripped the snow from the ridges had caused a change of tack. It is special to leave the house and start on a route without having to drive anywhere and we were in great spirits as we strolled up through the village. As we left the road we had a change of plan and decided to climb the pair of lower hills directly in front Sgorr a Choise 663 meters and Meall Mhor 676 meters which would make for a nice relaxed day out. We continued along the easy path that runs above the river Laroch for around three kilometers before crossing the river and setting off up the steep heathery slopes of Sgorr a Choise. Lorraine sensibly suggested that we take a diagonal line to the ridge above and follow that to the summit but Patrick had other ideas and made directly up the slope towards the top. I had a vague recollection that he was quick over the ground and that was now confirmed. I made a decent fist of keeping up and pretty soon the steep 400 meter pull was over and we reached the shoulder near the top. What a lovely spot to rest a while and soak in the glorious surroundings. There had been copious snow cover on the mountains just a few days before but the thaw had stripped most of the snow away but the landscape was still stunning. There was some cloud about but it was calm and mild and the weather forecast promised clear skies and frosty nights so we were confident that we would find good climbing on Ben Nevis which was our next port of call.
Patrick multitasking as we readied for the off

The very shapely Sgorr a Choise


Kaz, Lorraine and Patrick

Lorraine was encyclopedic in her knowledge of all the nearby hills which isn't surprising as she has completed a continuous round of all the Munros and more recently she also completed a continuous round of the Corbetts which she professes to be harder to do than the Munros. All this in the face of trials of illness but she maintains a cheery and positive outlook that is inspiring to behold. A formidable lady!. Anyway we dropped easily down to the col below Meall a Bhuige and faced into the long gradual pull to the next top Meall Mor 667 mtrs. From here we turned and dropped down and headed to Am Meall with its communication mast and followed the path all the way down to the disused quarry alongside the village. It had been a lovely relaxed day and with over 1000 meters of ascent it got the leg muscles loose after the long journey. We had a refreshing cup of tea and myself and Patrick left for the north face carpark outside Fort William where I found a decent spot for my tent and we settled in for the evening.
Sgorr a Choise with Sgorr Dearg beyond

Beautiful views into Loch Linnhe

Looking into The Pass Of Glencoe


Monday March 14th;

We rose at 05.45 to be ready for a 06.30 start. Wow, what a stunning morning it was. Clear skies and no wind promised that we would have a stellar weather day. Porridge and spicy chai and a quick gear sort out saw us off up the forest path in good time. We decided to climb the Northeast Buttress and we headed for Slingsby's Chimney as the best way to get to the first platform on the route. The north side of Ben Nevis is always an awesome sight and this morning was no different. Elsewhere the thaw has wrought havoc with winter conditions but here winter was still very much in charge. The big famous ice routes were still fat and complete and the alpine scale of the cliffs ensured one was in no doubt that this is a special place. We put on the crampons etc in good time after passing the Douglas Boulder and climbed the steep snow to the start of the route. Slingsby's is graded as Grade2 with a possible pitch of Grade3 mixed at the top if it wasn't complete with snow. We set off up the initial icy snow in the chimney without roping up and made rapid progress until the place where the chimney fans out and we found it was devoid of snow until the crest of the ridge. There was a nut in place on the right wall and we geared up here and I led off.
Always impressive as you approach the Ben
Looking up into Coire na Ciste

Lots of ice to be seen in Zero Gully, Point 5 and up to Tower Gully

Approaching the Northeast Buttress. Slingsby's starts at the apex of the snowslope below the first platform.

Not my picture and there was less snow. I fell from around the X
Initially things went well and I placed a backup sling at some in-situ tat about twenty feet higher up and then began the delicate traverse across the mainly blank rock to the exit slopes on the leftward side of the fan. In a narrow band of snow some steps led up into a very narrow vertical chute where I climbed to the start of and got a nut in a crack. I went up for a couple of moves but it looked desperately narrow and I feared getting stuck so I backed down and moved further to the left. I arrived at a corner with a pretty blank slabby step of perhaps five feet which led to slightly easier stuff above. I got another nut in (which was just as well since my previous gear had popped out as I climbed above them) and started up. Well the next thing I know is I'm falling and I briefly hope that the nut holds and mercifully Patrick was doing his bit well and I stop after maybe 20 feet. Oh boy but that got the heart pumping. I have been carrying a medial ligament tear in my right knee for nearly three months and it must have gotten a jolt as it was singing loudly to me for a short while. After a little while I righted myself and set off up (the correct line on the left) and soon found myself on the narrow crest of the ridge in the sunshine. Patrick followed up and we enjoyed a respite and I decided that I didn't really fancy continuing up the buttress (which Patrick accepted very graciously) and we descended down into Coire Leis.
Relaxing on the first platform

Looking down into the gully


In the corrie Patrick came up with a plan for the rest of the day and we climbed up the back of the corrie and reached the beginning of the CMD arret where we made our way up and around to the summit of Carn Mor Dearg and from there descended easily back to the valley. On the arret I almost walked past Gary Hodgson who I had had a day out with last year but he stopped me and it was great to see him. I knew going over that my knee was not fully healed but I was hopeful that it would hold up to the big days that are part of winter climbing hereabouts but by the time I was going back down the forest track to the carpark it was getting pretty sore. I have since checked out the exit from Slingsby's and a couple of local guiding websites rate the exit in conditions like we had as a Grade4-4 which I would agree with if you try and take a more direct line to the crest (like I did). Good food and good company meant that the rest of the evening flew by and we retired early to bed. It had been an eventful day.
Stunning vistas from the CMD




Home sweet home

Tuesday March 15th;

We emerged to another beautiful morning and set off once again towards the CIC hut. The target for today was Green Gully Grade4-3. I had done this route in 2012 with Kevin but Patrick hadn't done it and I was very happy to revisit this classic. At the hut we turned right and climbed up into Coire na Ciste. As we crested the ground by the lake we could see another pair nearing the start of the route but we weren't overly worried as they had a lot of time on us and shouldn't be in our way. We had passed an older couple back by the hut and now as we sorted out our harnesses etc we were passed by a young couple you were heading to the same place. They were also gearing up and as I passed them the guy said he was a MI and would be really quick so would I mind if they went first and I said no problem. Unfortunately as we arrived at the start of the route the first pair were still sorting themselves out so rather than falling further back in the queue I held our place and we followed them up. My confidence was low so I asked Patrick if he wouldn't mind leading today and he happily acquiesced. After a short wait he was off.
Green gully in the centre of the picture

Looking down after pitch one

Looking up pitch two

I know they say that no winter route is the same twice and today certainly proved that. Four years ago the route was substantially banked out but today it was much icier and offered more steeper sections. Indeed the last time myself and Kevin were in complete agreement that the first three pitches were very easy but today there was a steep-ish ice fall right at the start. Patrick made it look easy and before long he had a belay set up and I was off. The young couple had been with me at the start and the older couple had also entered the corrie before I set off. While we waited a glove passed us down the slope and we were amused to see it make its way all the way down to exactly where the other couple stood. The first party were slow and before I started on the second pitch we had been joined by the other couple who gave the glove to me so I could pass it to the first party when I reached them. This couple had a combined age of 136 years and inspired me the way they cruised steadily up the mountain. Pitch two was pretty straightforward but again pitch three gave a steep icy section before easing off above the narrows before reaching the crux of the route. Decent ice screw placements were to be had here and Patrick quickly (once he got going) dispatched the 20 foot vertical ice wall. I followed on and joined him once again at the next belay. Here the route differed from the last time. On the previous occasion we followed the easier slopes to the top but today a very nice ice route went up on the left side and this we followed. It was excellent and offered great sport until the final meters onto the top.
Looking down pitch four

The final excellent pitch



I think he misunderstood when I said I would shoot him.

Once on top we walked across to the plateau and basked in the sunshine and afterglow of a wonderful route. We crossed over a busy summit and descended via Coire na Ciste. By the time I was nearing the forestry track again my knee was again quite painful. I was really hoping that it would have stood up to the demands a bit better and I was beginning to doubt that I would be able to stay in Scotland for as long as I hoped. Eventually I reached the carpark and after a quick refreshing cuppa we decamped and headed for Craig Meagaidh. I found a lovely spot for the tent at the carpark and we settled down for the night.


What a day on the summit plateau

Wednesday March 16th;

During the night I became aware of occasional drops landing on my tent and I hoped that there hadn't been a change in conditions overnight. We had hoped to do a Grade 3 route today like Staghorn Gully or similar but if there hadn't been a frost and since the route would be lower then The Ben...well. I emerged to an overcast pre-dawn with a light breeze and it felt quite mild. I joined Patrick for breakfast and we assessed our options. Reluctantly we came to the conclusion that things couldn't be in condition (and since we were the only climbers, here others seemed to agree) so Patrick dropped me at the nearby Tulloch train station and we said our goodbyes. It had been such a great pleasure to have his company on the trip and he looked after me so very very well. I only hope that I can persuade him to visit my neck of the woods soon when I hope to return the compliment. I had a wait of around two hours for the train so I walked back to the road and I managed to hitch a ride into Fort William where I had time to consider what I would do for the time remaining to me. I had hoped to get the ferry from Mallaig to Inverie in Knoydart and explore that area for a few days but my knee was really quite painful today and I feared that several more days hiking on it might set my recovery back weeks so very reluctantly I discounted that option and headed south as far as Tyndrum where I booked into the excellent ByTheWay Hostel and hoped that a days rest might help my knee.

Thursday March 17th;

Having gone to bed at the ridiculously early time of 7pm the previous evening (I must be becoming a wuss), I was up and out the door of the hostel at 07.30. It was a cold and foggy morning and while I wouldn't say I was walking easily I was confident my knee would hold up to the rigours of the day. The walk in past Cononish is always a pleasure and as I went in I could see the occasional glimpse of sun so I was confident that once I started climbing I would rise above the fog. The fog had dissipated by the time I reached the end of the track and Ben Lui was revealed in its full glory before I crossed Allt an Rund and began climbing up towards the huge Coire Goathach. With its ridges rising gracefully towards the summit on either side and the impressive snowy back-wall, it all made for a very Alpine scene. As I climbed into the corrie I wasn't sure what route to take to the top. I really wanted to do Central Gully which is supposed to be a classic Grade1 route but it felt was quite warm and even though the cornices above weren't that big it was obvious even from down below the corrie that they were seriously sagging and ready to drop. Very reluctantly I decided that it wasn't worth the risk so I turned to the left once I entered the snowfield of the corrie and headed up to the rim of the Southeast Ridge and climbed that instead.
Ben Oss

Ben Lui..I went up the ridge on the left...Central Gully follows the shadow line to the summit

Looking back towards Ben Challum

I think its Ben Lomond

The ridge was dry in places and quite steep

The ridge has a few steep steps but it was generally straightforward with a mix of dry ground and soft snow. It was incredibly warm but the real highlight was the stunning view south towards the Arrochar Alps which jutted out of a blanket of cloud and it gave the day an even more Alpine feel. The ridge seemed to go on and on but suddenly I found myself at the summit where I rested for a while and simply basked in the glory of my surroundings. I couldn't help but look down Central gully and I was a bit regretful that I hadn't climbed it but I also looked at the cornices and the cracks that were to be seen back from the edge and I was kind of glad to have given it a miss as well. On the descent I continued until above Coire an Lochain where I had a nice glissade into the bowl and then traversed the icy north side of Stob Garbh and once over the shoulder I returned easily back to the track for Cononish. They had kindly allowed me leave my stuff in the hostel until I got back down and after a cup of tea and a shower I caught the train shortly after back home. I was somewhat disappointed that my knee hadn't allowed me make the most of the wonderful weather and return early but I couldn't complain too much as I had had some wonderful days in a wonderful landscape and in wonderful company. Scotland is an extraordinarily beautiful place and one I intend to return to again as soon as possible.
The Arrochar Alps

Summit with some saggy cornices


On the way back down I saw three people climbing the gully...I was jealous


Beinn Chuirn

Tuesday 4 March 2014

A Winters Trip To Scotland February 2014

I have waited a few days before writing my account of my latest trip to Scotland. I had planned on a fairly lengthy stay of 11 days but I'm afraid I only lasted a total  of five. In truth I had been in two minds about going in the first place. Kevin wasn't going and the weather forecast was pants and I couldn't generate any great enthusiasm for the journey. The saving grace was that I was to finally meet Craig Coid, the gentleman who found my camera on Ben Nevis several years ago and get to spend a few days with Patrick Price with whom I had had such a great time in Torridon last year. I hummed and hawed and prevaricated and eventually decided to give it a go. Once I had made up my mind I started to feel better about going and by the Friday morning I was looking forward to the off.

Friday  and Saturday Feb 21st & 22nd;

Once again I was taking the long way there and I left home at 11.15 to catch the 11.40 train to Dublin. Then the ferry to Holyhead followed by another train to Crewe where I caught the Caledonian Sleeper at 23.40 which saw me arrive at Crianlarich at 07.40 on Saturday morning. I was pretty tired to say the least and fighting the effects of a head cold and my mood wasn't greatly improved when I emerged into an overcast wet and windy morning. I was booked into the Inverardran House B&B which was nearly a kilometers walk away but there was nothing for it but to set off. Thankfully the rain eased and I didn't get too wet on the way. I was let into the entrance hall by the very pleasant proprietor and I simply dropped my big wheelie bag and set off with my rucksack and headed for a climb of Ben More. So off I set along the road in the direction of Benmore farm about two kilometers along where the route starts. I could see up to about 900mtrs before the mountains became enveloped in the scudding clouds. The snowline was down to about the 600mtr contour and from what I could see, everything above that was liberally covered. It was fairly mild as well and the nasty blustery showers didn't promise to turn to snow any time soon. Upon reaching the farm the way ahead is pretty obvious. There is a wide track that wends its way up the steep hillside which I duly followed until it contours around into Benmore Glen on the right and here I left it and just put the head down and took a direct line upwards. Ben More rises steeply and majestically skywards right from the shores of Loch Lubhair and soars unbroken to an impressive height of 1174mtrs. After all the travelling and despite the weather it felt good to be out and exercising my stiff limbs. The wind, especially in the showers was quite strong and I didn't have any illusions as to how strong it would get as I gained height. At around the 500 mtr mark I reached the first of the snow and it didn't take long to decide that it was best avoided for now as it was sugary and soft and made upward progress quite difficult. Soon enough this was no longer an option but thankfully once I reached the 700 mtr mark I was no longer sinking deep into the snow yet crampons were not yet necessary. I climbed on and by the time I got above the 800 mtr contour the snow started to firm up nicely and I was at the point of deciding that axe and crampons were a good idea. Unfortunately it was also at this point that the terrain becomes more of a defined ridge and the speed of the wind increased substantially. Where up to now I was merely being buffeted about suddenly I was literally being blown sideways. I would take a few steps up and then be whipped four or five to my left, up a few more and so on. This was just about ok here where there was a broad simple slope on my left and the snow was still fairly soft but soon the snow would be hard and the terrain even more defined and I reasoned that then things would be untenable so I turned about and headed down.
Looking back to the start of the route

Ben More is up there somewhere

I was disappointed but not surprised as that was the forecast and I hoped to be able to give it another go in a few days. The twin peaks of Ben More and Stob Binnean had often caught my eye on previous trips to the area. In winter they form a dramatic backdrop as you look south from Tyndrum and I have heard them referred to as the "Castor and Pollux" of Scotland and I have to say it is an understandable analogy. It was a bit frustrating to be so near and to be repelled but if it was too easy I guess there wouldn't be the same satisfaction in climbing them. I wasn't long making my way down and I was back at the B&B at 11.30 and relieved to find that my room was ready and I could get out of my sodden clothes. A fine big spacious room allowed me to spread out my stuff and the hot bath was a glorious luxury. I wasn't too worried about how I would spend the remainder of the day as I quickly snuggled up under the duvet to catch up on some sleep and at four pm I watched the excellent rugby match (except for the result) between England and Ireland. Craig had arranged for a friend and regular climbing partner of his to meet me the following day for a climb. Mark had contacted me and we were all set and looking forward to a day out except the weather forecast was appalling with torrential rain and gusts of wind up to 90 mph expected at 900 meters so we had to were forced to cancel. So with climbing out as an option I decided that I would go for a run instead.

Sunday February 23rd;

Its fair to say that the forecast wasn't wrong. During the night the rain was indeed torrential and the wind was loud in the nearby woods. Lightning was another addition to the mix but thankfully by morning things had eased -a little bit. I enjoyed an excellent and rather large cooked breakfast and retired back to my room to relax. I had formulated a plan to get the bus from the village as far as The Bridge of Orchy and run back along the West Highland Way. This was a total distance of 13 miles and I felt it would make a worthy outing for this bad weather day. The bus was to leave at 11.40 so I had over two and a half to kill. I decided to have a snooze for myself and next thing I knew was I woke to see that I had only 30 minutes left to catch the bus. Up and a quick sorting out of clothes etc and I was off jogging into the village. Thankfully the weather had eased further and there were some breaks in the rain and the wind had eased down a bit. I arrived at the bus stop but there was no listing of for a bus at the time I hoped. I hung around for ten minutes after the allotted arrival time but there was no sign of a bus. Not wanting to hang around indefinitely I had a quick change of plan and decided to run to Tyndrum and back a total of twelve miles. I found the access trail that would take me to the Way and set off.
From Kirkton towards Ben More

Ben Challom from Cononish

Beautiful woodland under Beinn Dubhcraigh

Beinn Chuirn

Looking towards Cononish

Ben Oss

Eis Aine in full flow

Cononish river flood

Straight away I was enjoying it immensely. The well made trail wound its way up, down and around , sometimes through the woods, sometimes across open ground and was always varied and interesting. Soon there were great views down to the very impressive River Fillan which was in full spate and flooding the valley below. I took it easy and wanted to enjoy the experience.  The wind and rain only added to the wild feel of the day. After crossing several burns ( most of which were thankfully bridged) the trail dropped down under the railway and then crossed the road and the river Fillan and then through Kirkton farm. Now the  rough trail way left behind and the way ahead was on good surfaced tarmac and farm roads. From here on through Auchtertyre farm and then back across the road for a damp run along the semi flooded riverside trail before once again entering the woods and finally arriving in Tyndrum. I like Tyndrum and have stayed here several times before. The By The Way Hostel is great and I would have stayed there this time but they were full. Anyway as I had arrived and was still feeling not too bad I opted to extend my outing and run out as far as the gold mine at Cononish. A gentle pull of seventy meters through forestry roads and after a couple of kilometers I arrived at the banks of the River Cononish. Here you are once again in wide open spaces and in fine clear weather the views in towards Ben Lui are stunning. Today it was a wild and windswept place and I still loved it even though I was now into the teeth of the wind. Soon enough I arrived at the farm and turned right and headed uphill to the mine and the real attraction here the beautiful waterfall called Eas Aine. The long steady pull soon passed and I found myself at the base on the thunderous cascade. At the top the falls drop in two vertical steps of about forty meters each before then tumbling through the gully for another seventy or eighty meters. Today I was seeing it at its most spectacular. It was a loud rushing fury that warned me to take care with every step as I climbed towards its base. I am reliably informed that in cold winters it freezes and forms one of the best ice climbs in the area. Now that would be a day out to remember. I lingered here a while and ate an energy bar before I turned and trundled easily back down and out alongside the river to rejoin the Way near Dalrigh. From here I retraced my steps back to the B&B. The weather was now improving and as I ran towards Kirkton farm I was treated to taunting beautiful views  towards Ben More. I was pretty tired by the time I arrived back and felt every mile of the seventeen or so I had done. There was a surprising amount of ascent?descent on the Way and when you throw in Cononish as well i reckoned I had had a total in excess of 700 meters done. Still once again a long hot bath went a long way to easing the aching legs. All in all I was well pleased with the day.

Monday February 24th;

I was really looking forward to today as I was finally going to meet with Craig Coid who four years previously had incredibly found a camera I had lost on the "Mantrap" high on the North East Buttress on Ben Nevis. I had lost it on the 18th of February and he had found it at the base of the Orion Face in the middle of April and incredibly, despite falling about 1000 ft and being exposed to the vagaries of a Scottish winter the camera still worked and by posting pictures from the memory card on West Coast Mountain Guides website we managed to get in contact and he returned it to me. We have been in contact since online and it was going to be nice to actually meet the man behind the Facebook profile. We had arranged to meet at 8am in the village and he was going to head to Glencoe and see what the conditions would allow us to do. The weather was once again a bit pish but thankfully the wind was relatively light so we should at least be able to venture onto the mountains. I walked into the village and he duly arrived at the allotted hour. A warm greeting ensued and I climbed into his cavernous four wheel drive and we were off. He was accompanied by his longtime work colleague, friend and now business partner Bill and straight away there was an easy chat and banter on the go. I was immediately at ease and enjoying myself and lets just say that humour fun and stories galore filled the day. One thing that was clear as evidenced by the number of avalanche slides and remnants we could see on the way was that our options for any technical routes were very limited and the boys used their considerable experience and opted for the Schoolhouse Ridge and Sgorr Dhearg.

Craig

Bill

Looking down to Ballachulish

A wee bit wintry on top

Do we go that way??

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Wonderful views on the way down

The bridge is thata way

Schoolhouse Ridge

After eventually finding somewhere that could accommodate Craigs HUGE vehicle ( sorry Craig, well you did say I was small and oh let just say, frequently brought up my penchant for losing cameras :o) ) we set off on our route. reasonable weather and great company ensured that the steep climb up towards the ridge passed easily. At first the ridge is broad but higher up it narrows and has a few steep and exposed steps. These are easily climbed and soon the subsidiary top of Sgorr Bhan 947 mtrs is reached. Here the surface is wind scoured and at times a bit icy but the short descent and steady pull up to Sgorr Dhearg 1022 mtrs is easily done without crampons. Here we overtook a quartet of climbers who were fully suited and booted with ropes, crampons and GoPro camera. We lingered very briefly and retraced our steps back to more sheltered ground above Coire Riabach where we had a well earned lunch. Here as we dropped just below the cloud cover we were treated to lovely views down to Ballachulish and Glencoe. Craigs encyclopedic knowledge of these mountains came once again to the fore as he pointed out where the iconic bridge in Ballachulish North should be as we came under the mist. The rest of the the route flew by and before long we were back at the car and changing into warm dry clothes. A nice coffee and pastry in the excellent cafe in Glencoe and we were on our way back through the incomparable Pass of Glencoe again. We stopped briefly to look into Coire nan Lochan and much evidence was to be seen of many avalanches. It was a good call by Craig and Bill to avoid the area entirely.
The irrepressible Craig Coid 

We drove back to Crianlarich where we enjoyed a nice meal in the well appointed Crianlarich Hotel. Conversation flowed and I learned some more about the two gentlemen. After both having lengthy and successful careers in the Glasgow police force they decided upon retirement to establish an outdoor recreation and adventure company with particular emphasis on working with the youth in the greater Glasgow area. Judging by the apparent full diaries they both had, the company "Simply Epic Adventures" was already a great success. It was a pleasure to meet Bill who had a warmth about him as great as his stature and Craig was a delight whose wit and conversation ensured that I look forward to meeting him more often in the future. So we said our goodbyes and I retired to my room for the evening. I checked the weather forecast for the next four or five days and unfortunately there was no reprieve on the horizon.

Tuesday February 25th;

I awoke to another poor weather day. A strong wind and heavy rain swept across the landscape and my hope of giving Ben More another go were once again dashed. I had absolutely no phone coverage in the area and my only communication with people was via Facebook or email. I was to meet Patrick on Wednesday evening but I wasn't sure where or what time and the emails I had sent hadn't yet received a reply. I also had to leave my B&B this morning and with the weather so poor I was at a loss what to do for the day. I had planned heading to Fort William that evening and perhaps climbing Ben Nevis Wednesday morning but I suppose it may have been the uncertainty or the weather or the fact that I just felt weary but I decided to cut my losses and return home that day. I was booked on the sleeper train out of Inverness on Sunday evening but rather than spend another couple of days tooling about and with such a poor  forecast the very real likelihood of not getting any climbing done in Torridon either, I took the train as far as Oban where I could change my booking and booked myself onto the sleeper train that left that evening from Fort William. I managed to get a text away to Patrick and another email and I returned on the next service to Crianlarich where I got the next service to Fort William. I had a few hours to kill here and as I walked along a rainy highstreet in this dreary place I was relieved that I would soon be leaving it. It was such a relief to finally board the train and I rocked and rolled through the night before alighting in Crewe at 05.30 Wednesday morning. Another train to Holyhead and a three hour ferry trip saw me finally board a train in Dublin at 13.00 and arrive home at 15.30. I had been on trains for a total of 17 hours out of the previous thirty plus a few on a ferry so it was no surprised that I was wrecked. I had also picked up a sinus infection and also, throughout the following 24 hours I felt like I was still on the ferry as I had a slight dose of motion sickness. It was great to relax and now as I write this almost a week later I realise it had taken me a full five days to get back to my usual self. I do have one major regret though and that is that I feel I left Patrick down. After suggesting that we meet in the first place and he being kind enough to agree and be prepared to take a few days out of his busy schedule to climb with me I felt a deep guilt at leaving before we met. I hope he will forgive me and see fit to join me for other adventures in the future. My biggest fear though was that I had lost my love for travel and the mountains. I had been so reticent beforehand and this time I found the journey tiring rather than exciting. Usually I'm also not too bothered by the weather. I will regather my energy and spirits and give myself a few weeks before I think about heading somewhere again. It had been wonderful to meet Craig and our day out was the highlight of the trip. Anyway all is back to normal and I will wait and see what the future brings.