I must confess that I'm not much in a writing mood tonight. I'm somewhat shattered. But here is a brief account of my final day in Scotland with Sue.
After the stunning wether and the successes of Saturday Sue and I headed off to Geal Charn with gusto.
We parked up near a building site, it being a Sunday the security guard decides that it would be ok for us to leave our vans tucked away by the enterance.
We were somewhat dubious about this route as according to the guide book to begin the walk we had to attempt a dodgy traverse of a metal strainer in the river, or get wet boots fording the river. Fortunately we were spared this inconvenience as the construction work has build a mega bridge across the river. Success. No wet boots.
After a long and unrelenting slog up path-less heather slopes, climbing two fences and skirting a deep cleft in the mountain. We found ourselves on the summit of the mountain before our Munro.
We were just below the cloud. It felt like you could reach up and touch it. We layered up and headed off towards our summit.
Sue wanted to practice some navigation, and the weather was playing ball. We had accended into the clouds and visibility was poor to say the least. We found the summit due to some exceptional navigation and a little bit of following our mountain noses, as a mutual friend might say.
From the summit down we decided to navigate propperly. This was very successful if not uneventful. That is, until, SUE FELL INTO THE BOG! It was hilarious. I must confess that I laughed. And laughed a lot. She went into just below her knees. Sorry Sue. Upsettingly I was too busy laughing to get the camera out in time to snap a photo. Giving Sue her due I have never seen someone get jump out of a bog quite so quickly.
Any way the rest of the walk was quite unremarkable. Apart from walking off in the dark for a second day. It another quality day out.
