Last weekend was rather busy.

On Friday morning, I surprisingly managed to get up at 7, to go for a 2 hour run to Balerno and back, breakfast, shower, make sandwiches for the weekend, cycle to pick up some packages which couldn't be delivered and then back into uni (1.x hours). A few hours of quite intense and useful work, meeting with my supervisor, back home to grab bags and off to catch the EUMC bus to Glencoe...

On Saturday it was to be a "led" walk along the Aonach Eagach. Now there had been some nasty weather hanging out in the atlantic, and early on it had looked like it might be a wet and windy weekend, but nearer the time the forcast was rather good. So rain in the night was worrying but not necessarily indicative of bad weather over the weekend; the morning turned out cloudy, but not raining, and we set off.

It's very odd to see 30-odd people snaking up the path to Am Bodach... On the ridge, the party split up into three groups of about 10, which made for a decent social outing without too much confusion.

As we started scrambling down from Am Bodach, cloud atmospherically hung on the North side of the hill, while to the South it was clearer and sunny. The Aonach Eagach is a well-known scrambley ridge, so I wondered beforehand how hard I was going to find it. Fortunately conditions were very good, the cloud cleared off, and I was not at all affected by a sense of exposure. There are big chunky solid holds wherever they are required, and I was able to keep to the best line along the crest of the ridge and get the most of it.

However, the ridge is a serious place, and this was emphasised when a guy who had been walking behind the last of our party fell off the ridge from a path traversing below the last pinnacle. Some club members gave first aid, and very quickly a Royal Navy helicopter arrived with mountain rescue, and airlifted him to hospital.

As the group got to the end of the ridge, I split off to go up the Pap of Glencoe, which mostly seemed to achieve a photo and apparently a slightly better descent route.

Sunday was wet, so I slogged up some steep grass to Sgor na h-Ulaidh, which only seems really interesting for the big gully just by the summit, briefly chatted to a guy I met on top, and then trudged down to arrive back at the campsite in wet boots with about an hour before the bus was to leave. Off back home, grabbed a take-away curry on the way home (mmm!), and that was that.