I am supposed to be in the Alps training for the Patrouille des Glaciers, but instead I am far too busy taking photo's of voles. Derek was very concerned that we would frighten him, but it was Louella who got the fright when the little mite crawled under her rucksack lid. Note: no harm done to said vole.
Louella has very nearly completed her Munro's but like most people, has to spend a few days ticking off the ones that somehow slipped under the radar. First on the list were Aonach Mor and Aonach Beag - as soon as she mentioned approaching from Glen Nevis, there was a moment of grumble from the Gilbert, and a subtle (in true fashion obviously) nudge towards the Gondola.
Obviously the conditions were perfect:
No really, they were:
Thought it was really kind of Nevis Range to provide us with our very own private ski resort for the ski down.
Today, we walked rather a long way ticking off Stob Coire Sgriodain and Chno Dearg - according to McNeish they make "a marvellous ski touring outing".
Obviously we were 4 weeks too late.
