the day actually started nicely heading up a stalkers path to the first summit. By the time we reached the first summit, the weather had turned and was throughly miserable with driving wind and rain. The wiser amongst the party headed down for a long wait in the car for the return of the less wise who continued on.
After a long haul up and over to Sgurr Fhurarn, we dropped back down direcly towards shiel bridge rather than continue along the ridge. As we got lower and dropped out of the cloud we wondered when we'd spot the bridge marked on the map..........
Unfortunately, by the time we'd reached the river we'd realised that there was no bridge anymore. A bog trot and a kilometer later and we were at the second bridge marked on the map, only to find......
Unfortunately the tempting sight of the car on the far side of the river convinced us to go for the amusing crossing rather than treking down to sheil bridge.
After a fine meal curtosy of Malcolm and Susan, we had a great night seeing in the bells.
The next day was spent wandering through the Glen Elg brochs and then up to a nice wee bothy while recovering from the previous nights exertions.
The last day of the meet saw us heading up "hangover hill" of Sgurr Airgead as its otherwise known. "only" a corbet, but a fair haul up from sea level! The forecast was awful, but the day was actually pretty pleasant even having sunshine on the summit!
Stu
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