The elusive Sgurr Dhomhnuill - Alison C
17th to 19th October 2006 - Corran Hotel / Bunkhouse (Dinner Meet)
Winter arrived for the dinner meet providing some hairy driving
conditions on the Friday night. The last person in the bar was Sara,
delayed after a collision with a deer at Glen Coe. The caring side of
the EMC came through - is the deer all right? Is your car all right?
Are you all right?
The mixture of hotel and bunkhouse accommodation had made the sleeping
arrangement permutations a bit more complicated. We had a couple of folk
dropping out on the Friday so the game of musical beds continued and in
the bar I rearranged things AGAIN. This meant Richard and Anne C
swapping beds from hotel to bunkhouse on a theoretical basis for the
fifth time and great confusion for the hotel owner as Anne had already
checked in. At least it meant that Richard could get a hairdryer.
Most confused was Owen who thought he was arriving to share a twin room
in the hotel with Richard but ended up in a twin in the bunkhouse, first
with Anne and then, later that evening, moving to share with pensioner
Broon who insisted on staying put.
On Saturday the hills were looking picture postcard perfect,
plastered in snow with blue sky. With hindsight we might have got
on better using mass attack tactics instead of dividing up into teams
of 2/3 as we all struggled to make progress in deep unconsolidated snow.
Even Duracell bunny men Fraser and Richard didn't fully complete their
respective double munro objectives. Margaret, Gillian and Sara were
helped by the timely appearance of a member of the mountain rescue team
who helpfully broke trail for most of the way up their corbett.
There is no truth in the rumour that they were deliberately lagging
behind to make sure they didn't catch him up. After 3 hours and
probably another 1.5 to go to the summit, Kenny and I gave up on Sgurr
Dhomhnuill which was to be my 201st corbett. Eileen was also eyeing
up two new corbetts but she and Bill gave up after the first one.
Eileen was later informed by Kenny that she had already done both
corbetts with him a mere 25 years previously.
In the evening we were joined by Alison W straight from Edinburgh
Airport. In rushing to grab her bag at the airport Alison assumed
that she would be the only passenger arriving in Edinburgh from Addis
Abbaba with an Exodus holdall. Suffice to say that her "fellow" exodus
passenger from Livingston was none too pleased to discover that his
holdall was now at the Corran bunkhouse.
Dinner was enlivened by Jenny getting a complimentary bottle of red
wine to compensate for the red wine that was knocked over her. Some folk
will do anything for free drink. It was also enlivened by the appearance
of a ghostly shell suited figure with cigar. Fortunately Sir Jimmy
stayed in the public bar.
Sunday was looking fairly wild and most people had had enough of the
snow conditions and just headed home. Alison W had to get back early for
a date with Mr Angry from Livingston. Sara needed to get back for a
new wing for her car. Kenny, Alan and I did the Pap of Glen Coe.
Nice views but hard work. Back at the cars we bumped into Hamish
MacInness out for a wee leg stretch and Anne R bumped into Sir Jimmy
at the tea shop in Ballachullish.