Eigg in my face

We were all set to take a boat back round to Barrisdale to tackle the last of the Knoydart peaks. Perfect weather in the morning. The winds had died and the snow had stopped. But my world woke up spinning. The dreaded vertigo pinned me to the loo for the morning and I spent the day feeling like an invalid. Last chance blown - we head south in the morning - drat, drat and double-drat.

On the upside, we have booked for next year to come back and do it all again. Although I suspect we shan't see a snowy Eigg again.