| Apparently we had just missed Lisa, who had driven up early to see if we were back yet then left again. Eventually she returned, and we drove back to the house to have baths, showers and tip all our clothes in the washing machine. The lesson of the day for me was: get a decent pair of boots! The following day in Fort William I bought myself a pair of Zamberlan boots, which got me successfully up my next 110 Munros, as well as doing several hundred kilometres walking in France. I tried them out on the last day of our holiday in an abortive attempt to get up Beinn a' Bheithir in an afternoon. The boots were fine, but the forest tracks didn't match the map, I got lost, and after this slow start was put off by the first few drops of rain. I walked all the way back to the house, stopping in at Ballachulish to buy a compensatory Mars Bar.
<U>Buachaille Etive Mor</U> (Glen Coe, 11.8.98)
O great herdsman of Etive,
Lift me high upon your shoulders,
Bear me home again.
Great herdsman of Etive,
Sentinel of the glen. |