Sunday, 28 March 2010
Sunday 28 March 2010 - A Wet Corbett
Beinn Enaiglair was a good choice for this showery day. Ken and Anne could leave me at lunch time to continue to walk around the hill using amiable stalkers' paths, and I could nip to the summit (pictured) and slither down the other side in time to meet them for afternoon tea.
The remaining snow was very soft. Ice axes and crampons proved to be unnecessary encumbrances on this small (889 metre) 'hill of timid birds'.
Throngs of red deer were low on the slopes in the stormy weather, but wheatears and meadow pipits flitted about, seemingly impervious to the rain. Unlike my old leaky boots. Sealskinz socks came to the rescue today, and hopefully I'll start tomorrow dry, thanks to the absorbent qualities of some handy Sunday papers.
By the time the three of us got home, after our 5 hour walk, Sue had given Andrew a lesson on some technical aspects of digital photography, and Pam, Paul, Neil and Sam had arrived and installed themselves in Tigh na Mara. Ken and Anne joined the six Tigh na Mara residents for the chicken dinner that Mike usually gets at home (did you miss it, Mike?) and Andrew, Rosemary and Lucy joined us later. At some point amidst all this, I burnt a hole in a finger.
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