There are some routes that have been on my hit list for years, but sometimes there just never seems to be enough days in the week. However, with a fantastic forecast Heather & Di made the trek up North West to finally put a big fat tick against The Nose of the Fhidhleir.
Armed with 2 different guide books and someone (i.e. not me) who had already climbed the route, it was a recipe for success.
We hadn't taken into account the utterly cr*p route descriptions and the fact the Heather had climbed the route over 10 years ago.
Needless to say, we started in the wrong position, took the wrong traverse line, took the wrong line up a blunt arete and more importantly climbed in the shade.
And then the wind came.
Within a short space of time, we were both near hypothermic and decided to bail.
I made some comment about "failure" whilst Heather seemed to be ecstatic still to be alive to tell another tale :)
