I had stayed in the Cnoc hotel and was really looking forward to bagging some of the Glen Cannich munros. However, after a lovely full breakfast, my drive back down to Cannich was almost ended as the roads were sheet ice. I did attempt once to start up the glen road but it resulted in a triple Golf salco and I decided nothing was happening in this area today. As I had business in Inverness to attend to that evening, I figured a trip up Little Wyvis could be just the ticket. And it would also give me the chance to get 'Poopy' out for a walk too. My wife realises the complexities of my job and as an epidemiologist who specialises in analysing parasites etc from poop, she made me one from god-knows-what material. Anyway, off we set and the normally fantastic path up to Ben Wyvis was also iced up. It was dodgy stuff until the forest ended over the burn and I ascended up beside the fence rather than continue up to the beach at 500m. Views back across to the hills (the Fannaichs?) looked nice but a front was definitely moving in. I was surprised how quickly the cairn came into view but I had no markers or views to let me know if I was near it or not as the sun just couldn't penetrate the clag. At the cairn, I took a wee shot of Poopy. Then, out of the gloom a young family and friend came forth. I gave up my seat for them as they had 2 young children, who looked perished. Poor wee things. Exchanged camera-taking duty and it was off back via my ascent route. The sun did poke out briefly as I looked over at Ben Wyvis and while I haven't been lucky with the weather, I have enjoyed the couple of days up North.
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