Well, I just had a lovely weekend walking.

On Saturday I took the train up to Bridge of Orchy, to meet my dad and go up to Glencoe. That day we went up Bidean nam Bian, going up via Gearr Aonoch and coming back over Beinn Fhada, the middle and leftmost of the Three Sisters of Glencoe.

Wow. Stunning weather, very sunny, and yet not too hot all the time. Great views. The way down to Beinn Fhada is a bit of a scramble (see below left), which I enjoyed (and my father endured), so it's nice that it was a dry day.

On Saturday night we stayed at Bridge of Orchy, at the bunkhouse on the station platform. Was a decent enough place, with the usual cooking, common room and drying facilities (and the most fearsome stove), although I found the bunk beds rather poor. Triple bunks without much room (I gave my head a good thunk a couple of times, without any kind of anti falling-to-the-floor device, and with a light on the platform precisely aligned to shine past the corner of the curtains into my eyes. Probably my headache and sore neck made this seem worse than it was; I shall no doubt be back at some point when walking in that area.

On Sunday we were off to Buchaille Etive Mor.

Another excellent day in the end. A little unexpected, as I woke up to a horrible drizzly day, and it seemed like it would be a wet walk with few views. In the end, the sun came out and it was a decent day; there were a few light showers, but not really until we came down from the hill.

We went up the big corrie (see below), and towards the top picked a route which I called—and my dad seems to delight in repeating—a bit dubious. Lots of loose stuff. Anyway, we reached the ridge with a sigh of relief, and made it to the top for stunning views of Rannoch moor and the hills all around. The ridge walk to Stob na Broige was very pleasent, narrow enough to seem like a ridge but not feel at all serious.