Ridged

T'was a day for the hills, with a wind to keep the midges off, and a temperature that meant you wouldn't bake while climbing (though was a little cool when combined with the wind if you didn't stop in a sheltered spot).

The climbing was steep up to this ridge, but worth it for the weird geology, expansive views and truly outstanding route finding. The Garbh-Choireanach gave way over a narrow-ish bealach to Ben More Coigach, and thence on to the Fiddler, which was surprisingly exposed as the top tapered out to the view towards Stac Pollaidh and Suilven.

"There hasn't been much wildlife though," Mel proclaimed.

"Well, there was the mountain hare."

"Oh yes, of course there was the hare."

"And the White-tailed Eagle as we came down."

"True, you can't forget the White-tailed Eagle."

"And those Golden Plovers calling."

"I'll give you that, there were Golden Plovers."

"And then that lovely little Stonechat."

"I do like a Stonechat...."

Decent seafood in the evening at Salt Restaurant rounded out the tired limbs nicely.