Bidean nam Bian

A dipping winter sun skims across some West Highland 'nunataks', yesterday, as the dreaded necessity of disappearing downwards into the soggy fog loomed.

 

I initially thought about picking a way down Stob Ghabhar's narrow Aonach Eagach; a quick 'wee look' revealed rather a lot of very slippy, bulbous ice. The uniform southern flank seemed logical. therefore. The boundary posts provided a convenient 'hand-rail' through an ever darkening, gloomy world.

Done