Gear

An aborted walk today, up Sgurr an Fhidhleir, due to wind trying to blow us off of the hill. We did about a thrid of the distance before abandoning the hill. Instead of retracing our steps I persuaded madam to take a less steep return to the car, which actually took us out of the wind, even though tougher walking, and crossing a, smallish, river - she will probably relate that tale later.

So we had a poke around Coigach for the rest of the afternoon buying some art, revisiting favourite spots, enjoying the stunning landscape and getting wondrous views of the Assynt Hills.