Iolair-Bhara
Mullach nan Coirean & the Mamore Range
My descent from this spot into the dark world below was a lengthy, protracted affair. Mushy snow & a painful hip were obvious reasons for this. And yet I was still in a euphoric state, with yet another memorable day spent on the winter hills & with a gathering crowd of stars to lose myself in as I slowly picked my way ever downwards to my poor, overworked little car, parked as it was beside the reflections of Loch Leven.
The well-oiled routine commenced: Stove lit; kettle boiled whilst removing steaming boots & a change into sandals; deckchair unfolded & positioned with a view in mind; down jacket donned; hopefully all resulting in a bite to eat & a hot drink whilst reliving my day's doings.
Mullach nan Coirean & the Mamore Range
My descent from this spot into the dark world below was a lengthy, protracted affair. Mushy snow & a painful hip were obvious reasons for this. And yet I was still in a euphoric state, with yet another memorable day spent on the winter hills & with a gathering crowd of stars to lose myself in as I slowly picked my way ever downwards to my poor, overworked little car, parked as it was beside the reflections of Loch Leven.
The well-oiled routine commenced: Stove lit; kettle boiled whilst removing steaming boots & a change into sandals; deckchair unfolded & positioned with a view in mind; down jacket donned; hopefully all resulting in a bite to eat & a hot drink whilst reliving my day's doings.