Wednesday, 6 January 2016

Shelf life

In all my years in the mountains I have never experienced a collapsed compass before.  It was to my horror yesterday as Derek & I embarked on Allison #63 - the meaty Inchadamph 14 miler with 900m ascent - that just when we really did need to use it this happened:

It seemed such a great idea at the time to embark on a remote path through barren terrain in a blizzard with the snow line down to 250m.  We only missed 2 junctions in the end and perhaps walked more than ran but it was a great day out.

RIP compass, you have been a loyal and faithful companion for many years.