Trip Start May 22, 2005
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We arrived at a hostel in Cannich late on the Friday night, just enough time to go to the pub and meet Willie, Simon and Mike for a few drinks and look at the route for our walks the next day. I hadn't actually thought Glen Affric was quite as big as it is, I was in for a 15 mile walk the next day but that's still fine
Whilst Sian was enjoying her walk, we had started our climb through the heather clad hills, still being pursued by midgies. Unfortunately Mike had to stop to sort his boots and whilst we initially hung around for moral support we quickly thought 'bugger that' and headed off to a more exposed spot. Mike suffered a bit for his stop but it made him more greatful of the climb! It didn't start off too hard and the path was pretty good but soon our enthusiasm took over and we ventured up across the heather, a stream and a steep scree (loose stone) slope before again finding the path and reaching a flat ridge which we followed to our first stop. We didn't manage to spot Sian as we gazed down at Loch Affric but then we couldn't see anything soon after as we climbed into the clouds. It was a pretty eerie feeling but you learn to enjoy different feelings when walking in the hills and soon the weather really came in and the the wind started to gust. By the time we reached the top it was really wild and we were so glad of the large walled cairn which we climbed into for our lunch. After lunch, we really weren't too enthusiastic about leaving our shelter, and following the ridge in the wind was pretty scary, but the rapidly moving clouds did allow for some views on the way to the next hilltop. We picked our way round a rocky ridge but then had to make a decision whether to carry on to another hilltop or to make our way down. Despite cries of 'wimping out' from Mike (who later admitted that he was glad to head down) we descended to the river below which proved a tricky crossing followed by a very, very long walk back into midgie territory and eventually back to the car.
Our bar meal that night was great and Mike's attempt to chat up the barmaid will never be forgotten with the classic line of "Do you know the football scores?".....