A strong, bitter easterly wind had discouraged us from going higher, despite the clear blue sky above. Having normally done this walk in the rain, I found it a pleasure to have such fine conditions. The four and a half hours it took to reach the car park below Beinn Alligin passed all too quickly.The scenery reminded us of the Annapurna Circuit; only the scale was different!
We started with a number of folk who may have been going up Beinn Eighe, but were more likely just walking up to Loch Coire Mhic Fhearchair for a gander at the snow clad triple buttresses. We met two cyclists battling against the headwind. They had chosen the wrong direction, and given the boggy terrain in the middle section of today's route, perhaps an inadvisable cycle track. It didn't look hugely enjoyable. We weren't sure whether they should be here at all, but they seemed harmless enough.
This is our lunchtime view towards Beinn Dearg and Beinn Alligin (the shot left to magnificent, Annapurna-like, Liathach was directly into the sun).
And here is the village of Torridon, passed through on our way back to Annat.
Meanwhile the others bravely headed up Beinn Eighe via Coire an Laoigh, for a fabulous if at times stressful (Nallo Lady may report later) day on that mountain, visiting both Munro summits and descending via Loch Coire Mhic Fhearcheir. They were elated after that, and appeared relieved to have survived after being pinned down by wind on the ridge and accelerated by ice on the steep descent into the Coire. I recall a day up here with Nick and Johnny, when it wasn't so windy but Johnny's rope was used to rescue someone who had fallen, and the air was thick with feathers from the poor man's ripped jacket. When was that, Nick?
Nick replies:
Thanks for reminding me once again of the exciting trip we had to Beinn Eighe all those years ago. It was a week which also saw Johnny and I climb up an interesting gully between the 'horns' of Beinn Alligin. I also recall a walk we did more recently when we enjoyed a scree run almost all the way down to the deer fence, it seemed. Was that the same day we sat with some of the Aberdeen guys in a precarious position on the ridge in the mist? And I have a photo of one of the wheels of the wrecked WWII plane somewhere.
Anyway, we reckon the 'rescue' was about 1983 or 84 based on where Johnny remembers he was working at the time. I guess that means we must have travelled up from London together.
The route Notchy and I took today is shown below - 19 km and 500 metres ascent.

It was a cool morning, with a brisk easterly wind, but we were relatively sheltered right up to the 600 metre col. We made sure that our compulsory 'elevenses' were taken, according to tradition, in a nice warm sheltered spot with a fine view.
Much extra clothing was needed at the col to combat the icy wind, but heading up the ridge we regained the lee of the mountain and enjoyed warmer, calmer conditions. The snow was firm and easy today - not like yesterday's sugary
The final ridge proved enjoyable, with no horrendous abysses to trouble the vertigo sufferers amongst us.
Remarkably, it was calm and warm on the 903m summit, where the seven of us enjoyed lunch with fine vistas under a dazzling sun. Views extended far and wide, perhaps the best of the week, with all the local hills looking very close, and fine views to the
The magical vistas accompanied us all afternoon. Janet's chocolate gave us a boost before most of us visited the NW outlier,
An easy descent brought us down to the daily tea and cakes we all enjoy, followed by the Pacific Ramblers' gunpowder sausages, then Sue's apple crumble - finished just in time to witness another stunning sunset.
And so ended yet another wonderful mountain day.

Up in the 
The conditions were superb, with clear views in all directions. But it was cool - minus 20C with windchill.
We considered traversing the ridge to the east, but it sharpened and had lots of spindrift from the icy wind. So a quick descent through steep sugary snow back into the 
It just doesn't come better than this!
The
Steps were kicked by Sue (again - the rest of us are pensioners)!
These led us to the first summit for more excellent vistas, with Loch
A lone woman had just tramped past, curiously not bothering to either stop and admire the views, or visit the true summit, some 10 minutes to the west of us. Here we are at that summit, with the
On descent we met
Dave for some reason led the others directly upwards towards impenetrable crags. My shouts and arrows in the snow failed to dissuade them from their doomed quest for the summit. Meanwhile I continued to the col, then endured a 30 minute 



All apart from 
Only now did we need a windproof shell on this fine, calm day.
Snow clad peaks were arrayed in all directions, from the
None of us fancied the scramble over the Horns of 
The next 3 km along the stalkers path up 
Sadly the snow above 500m was too soft to require our axes and crampons.
Moroccan chicken from the Pacific Ramblers rounded off a superb day, though apart from the continuing onset of '
