A friendship that has endured for over 37 years. I first met Alex when I was 4, in his parent's VW camper van. Consequently, the trip North saw us re-casting our minds back to experiences we hadn't spoken of in years. As parents, there was now a chance to contextualise our upbringing. Unfortunately, the weather had been great until the Thursday but on our journey on the Saturday, it was overcast though Alex did get some views the next day. I had decided on this Corbett as it was close the Kintail hotel, would be straightforward enough and there was a good track. Until 500m, we did get some decent views over to Beinn Fhada but once on to the plateau, we headed into clag. The snow kept it interesting though and there were some airy drops to the North. One could sense the barren expanse to the North of the hill, with tiny lochains shining through some of the cloud cover.
After 2 hr 20, we headed up to the fractured trig point, with a piece of wid sticking out. A couple of shots, then a wee Macallan's just below the summit, in the lee of a large boulder. Our return was quick and we got a bit of a soaking but once we'd showered and had a fantastic steak pie all that remained was to have a few beers and for me to thrash Alex at pool. Some things will never change! Slainte!
