I was off to do Canisp with a local lad, Slawek. Originally from Poland, he had been here for 6 years and was settled into Scottish life with his girlfriend. Indeed, such was his nous for things Scottish, that he corrected me on my use of the Gaelic - hats off. We met at the car park just N of Loch Awe and began the very boggy tramp over the first km. Unfortunately, Slawek's poles were gubbed and were confined to his backpack. After that, the ground was as stony for such a prolonged time as I can ever recall being on a hill. Our quick pace and chance to catch up about all things hummocky, footbally and lifey meant that it wasn't long before we were on the shoulder of the hill and approaching the last 1km. Unfortunately, what started out as a nice enough day turned into a pea-souper and our summit view was the inside of the admittedly lovely cairn. I was convinced that we could wait and the grand view of Suilven would come into focus. While, fleeting glimpses of the North face and the lochs appeared and offered hope, we were denied for another day. All that remained was the easy trudge back to the car via a 'look' at the North-Easterly screes. This was a simple day out which offered much but a chance to return in Winter on a clear day is definitely on the cards.
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