Nowhere better

Scotland at its best.

Summit of A'Chralaig, playing with the shadows before the gnarly ridge.

The Cluanie Inn is not as special as it used to be.

Struggled up the steep ascent from the road, and sorting out the ridge for not-so was mentally tiring, but she managed to follow me on our detour, and the snow was perfect, making crampons feel very secure.

Had to point out on one airy part that traversing on your knees may feel safer but spikes on your feet are a lot firmer than knee fabric on ice. Message got through.

Early bed and watched High Hopes - Mike Leigh filum, ready for another day tomorrow.