Home is where the land is ...

In this case, home was actually the back of a landrover jeep ! Some folks struggled with why my cousin Alan and I chose to use the back of the landy as a base for a few days running in the Scottish mountains when we both have enough money to stay in a hostel or possibly even a hotel. If you fall into that category ...find me a seat and buy me a drink ...I will try to explain.

Anyroads ...the orginal plan was a good one - an attempt at a Tranters Round. But being realisitc, we didn't have the fitness so the plan was to get up around 4am and run the Mamores section (a good recee for a future attempt anyway). We woke as planned, looked out the window to the rain tipping down and went back to sleep ! This was repeated every hour until around 8am when the rain finally went off. We got ready and started back down the road to Polldubh where the route up onto the Mamores began. The tops were seriously clagged in and it didn't take long till we further shortened the plan and dropped back down in Glen Nevis. The rest of the afternoon was spent kicking around the Fort.



Thankfully, the weather finally cleared enough for a wee evening excursion and a new Corbett for me above Glen Finnan. We nipped in a supermarket to pick up some food which would serve as dinner on the way (£1.19 for a big bowl of pasta ...Alan commented on how we would spend double that on the first pint later).



The hill was made more interesting by the fact I didn't have a map ...well to be exact I did take a photograph on my mobile phone of one ...which when zoomed in gave enough detail to navigate from.

Post hill refreshments were in the Glen Finnan House hotel where the Big Yin managed to spill a glass of 25 year old Bunnahabhain!!!

The next day was a fast out and back to the summit of Gulvain.