September

The outings were to the Howgill Fells in Cumbria on Saturday 12th, and to Skye from Friday 25th to Monday 28th.

Yup .. that's right.  There's NO ENTRY in the Log Book for this month!


Mark reported at the AGM later in the year ...

"At a new day trip venue in Cumbria, 15 members roamed the Howgill Fells on a windy but dry day.

Possibly on the summit of The Calf in the Howgill Fells

The September weekend to Portnalong Independent Hostel attracted a record turnout of 34 for a very good weekend.  Bob MacDonald completed his round of Munros with a massed ascent of Sgurr Dubh Mor in slightly misty but good conditions.  A conservative amount of champagne was consumed on the summit, as most were concerned about falling off on the way down".

Group 1 on Sgurr Dubh Mor  The Last Munro trophy

Bob recalls:

"I travelled up with Gordon and his son Andy.  On the way up, we climbed Ciste Dhubh from the Cluanie Inn.  On the Saturday a large group headed up to Coir a Ghrunnda and up to Sgurr Dubh na da Bheinn.  We seemed to split into two groups and it was a bit misty.  However, group 1 arrived at the summit of Sgurr Dubh Mor where, despite a cramped summit, the photo was taken.  I had carried up a bottle of champagne and at the summit Janet produced another out of her rucksack.  After the photo, we found a flatter area off the summit to open the 1st bottle and have a celebration drink.  Some then headed back down to climb Sgurr nan Eag but I stayed on until group 2 arrived.  This included Colin Mayer who was carrying my 2nd bottle of bubbly which was duly opened and the second group celebrated with me.  We then headed back down and returned to the bunkhouse.

In the evening, we went to the local hotel for a meal but when I got back was presented with the trophy that Kenny had made for me.  On the Sunday, I climbed Bruach na Frithe and Am Basteir with Gordon and James, and Gordon went on to climb Sgurr nan Gillean".

Willie Robison recalls that ...

I travelled up on Friday with Mark and James and we met Andy at the Sligachan Inn. We set off for Glen Brittle to climb the Cioch but changed our plans because there was a group already climbing it, and climbed Sgurr Sgumain then along the ridge to Sgurr Alasdair.  From there, we continued to Sgurr Thearlaich and Collie's Ledge to Sgurr Mhic Choinnich. Between the two peaks Andy had to stop to answer a call of nature so the rest of us carried on for a discrete distance and then waited for him to catch up. We waited .. and waited .. and waited .. then from somewhere below and ahead of us a voice shouted “Where are you?” or words to that effect. Somehow he had passed us and was waiting at the start of Collie's Ledge a bit confused and slightly worried. It was dark by the time we got back to the cars.

On Collie's Ledge  On Sgurr Mhic Choinnich

I was in the second group arriving at Bob's last summit. We could hear voices as we approached what we thought was the summit but found there was nobody there. We had actually reached Sgurr Dubh na Da Bheinn and there was still a short descent to a col and a final ascent to reach Sgurr Dubh Mor. However, the mist was so thick that we could not see the main summit or the col. The swirling mist did clear enough for us to see the way and join Bob and his Champagne. Mark and I extended our walk by going over to Sgurr nan Eag on the way back.

On Sunday a group went to explore the Quiraing.

On Monday, the three of us went over the sea to the mainland on the Glenelg ferry and climbed Beinn Sgritheall and then headed home .. very tired and very late.

On the wee ferry

On Tuesday we were all back at work .. for a rest!"

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