A day out with my Fran. You liking the coordination...?
That girl got moves! Fran making the moves on the top crux of Patey's, which is adorned with a lovely new peg (well, newer than when I last went up there).
O yeah, the fun we had
Marie, poor lass, was goaded into a couple of days out with me. As my dream route for the day was already taken, we strolled up to Red Gully. It wasn't such a stroll - a meander up those slopes on very, very dense neve is no mean feat as an intro to crampons. Still, she actually couldn't have looked happier, and the lucky lass was even given a rope on the route.
Beautious, lovelious (?) winter wonders.
Marie reaching the top of Red Gully in style.
What's she so happy about then!
Marie on her second winter route ever, and after chilling down significantly while I did a few laps. It's a phase I'm going through. Nice one girl.
The next day Marie & I walked into Creag Meagaidh, so pleased I donned my trainers. Just as we turned back, havuing decided everything was just too warm, the cloud lifted. What a lovely walk back to the car. Thanks Marie.
Guess where. I've got issues. I accept that now.
Could have walked in in flip flops. It's the time of year where it's impossible not to question the stupidity of wearing black, black and more black.
Despite the poor forecast (and the perfect one for the east), Heather was kind enough to get excited about the murky, big Ben. I didn't really care what we did, so long as it was icey.
And we found it. A perfect route and one I've never done before! Despite a departure from Aviemore in the morning we were topping out before 2. It took two tea stops before we got home again.
Well, I know the SMC let the women in a few years ago, but really; a zoo, two tigers and a BABY!!! Robin, what have we come to? Rather fab to find one sweet baby, with dad in tow whilst the mother was off gadding about on ice. Maybe we should reconsider the boundaries of the club...
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