Presolana traverse

Peaks: Monte Visolo (2369m), Presolana Occidentale (2521m)
Routes: Via Normale (PD+/II+)
Area: Presolana, Orobie Alps
The 'Queen of the Orobie', as the Presolana is known to the Bergamaschi, has considerable local significance. Not surprising, as it is a dominant feature of the landscape, a kind of 'mini-Dolomite' range that is notable even from the higher peaks further north. From the window of our room in the Coca hut, we'd watched the northern walls change colour constantly in the prevailing weather, and from the south (and particularly Castione, where we were staying) it dominates the landscape. In short, it was essential that we made the effort from our Castione hotel. For various reasons, we were late setting off from the Passo de la Presolana just above our lodging, but we ploughed through the woods to the Baita Casinelli hut in well under an hour, before branching off the vague side path through delightful Alpine meadows towards Monte Visolo, a subpeak on the right of the range. The views from here to the Presolana, which presents a wall of limestone spires from this angle, are superb - classically Alpine with a pastoral foreground of meadows and copses, and a savage backdrop. The path weaved around, and contoured well to the right before embarking on the long climb up the obvious broad SE ridge. Superb views higher up down Valle Richetti to various limestone spires and across to the Adamello and beyond. Mist poured down from the top of the main ridge as we reached the summit of Visolo, but it seemed benign, so after a snack we scrambled down to the obvious col below Presolana Orientale and embarked on a wonderful traverse below the main ridge. In places, this crossed couloirs, snow patches and steep scree and was wonderful throughout with a couple of chained sections. It led to the open landscape above the Clusone bivouac hut. From here, a steep haul up scree leads to the Grotta del Pagani, a deep cave in the cliffs. This is where the Via Normale begins. In many ways, for many reasons, we were in reccie mode throughout, but it all went like a dream, they day unfolding naturally again, rather than us pushing it. Mist spilled down the ridge, and it was early afternoon by now, but the scrambling was superb. An initial slabby wall of limestone leads to a large open couloir, then a traverse left across a steep gully to a chain that allows for a steep pull to gain a wall taken on big holds up to an easier ridge. This is long, and goes up to a very high, steep limestone wall. We traversed left underneath this until reaching a weakness, a shallower broad couloir leading to the summit ridge. The initial stages of this are the most technical on the route, II+, but none of these sections lasts very long, and it never feels particularly exposed. It curves round to find the easiest line, taking one delicate slab to gain a broad, shallow and easy gully, mainly walking, to the summit ridge. At this point, the fohn effect kicked in with the mist we'd experienced on the south face peeling away to stunning blue skies on the north. To our right, the main summit of Presolana Occidentale just a few hundred metres away. Ahead, a vertical drop to the northern valleys and over to Val Seriana and our peaks of a few days ago: Pizzo Coca obvious. We then enjoyed a magical half hour, walking along the narrow ridge to the summit, drinking in the views. We then traversed across to the minor summit west of the gap and along the Cresta di Valzurio for a little bit. The cloudscape changed constantly, wisps of cloud then blocks of mist then bright sunshine. It was mesmerising. Eventually we tore ourselves away and descended the steep gully back to the technical section. It all went easily and enjoyably and we explored the Pagani cave at the bottom of the route before taking a few minutes to rest in the Clusone bivouac - extraordinarily comfortable, warm, well-appointed, state of the art. We ambled down the Valle dell Ombra, all new terrain again, the trade route down the valley, and popped into the Cassinelli refuge lower down. After a glorious beer and water outside, looking up to the Presolana as the limestone walls constantly changed colour in the light, we jogged down the normal route to the top of the pass: new terrain again.

Lantana climbing

Crag: Lantana, Castione, Orobie
Routes: Caretera e Manta (f4c:led), Dune Mosse (f5b:sec), Padania (f5:led), Polvere di Stelle (f5c:sec), Fo di Stras (f5c:led), Solitudine/Dune Variant (f5:led), 5 lire Per la Pelle della Volpe (f4c:led), Marta 97 (f4c:sec)
After yesterday's brief sample, we were eager to get back to Lantana for the tried and tested 'active rest day'. Cragging between bouts of mountaineering always works well, but we had to leave early after a good hotel breakfast - the crag faced west and therefore worked perfectly as a morning venue. Time was still limited, however, as we were racing the sun - knowing that it would be too hot to climb when it lit the face at midday. We went straight for Settore B, a 30m high sweep of limestone slabs interspersed with steeper walls. I kicked off with Caretera e Manta, an obvious trade route at a lowly grade up the left-hand section of the main slab. It was easy but excellent - beautiful featured limestone with pockets throughout, the kind of relaxed climbing I have always loved. Not polished, good friction, dry rock, and not too hot in the shade of morning. Steve's lead, Dune Moss, was even better - some delicate moves between widely spaced pockets on a steep upper slab. All these routes were long and absorbing, and the quality ramped up again for my lead up the corner line of Padania. This was only f5, but I started out up Solitudine at 5c, before heading straight up into the corner. This gave superb bridging interspersed with more delightful pocketed climbing. Very varied and utterly absorbing: a really great route. After these three, all close to 30m of sustained (albeit relatively slabby) climbing, we moved further left for some shorter, steeper and harder routes. Steve led Polvere di Stelle at 5c which, as ever in Italy or France, felt like a British E2 rather than the sort of route we generally grade 5+ (because we get the system wrong at these lower grades, in my view). It was sustained up to a very powerful final move on small pockets over a steep bulge, quite polished, to a flat hold and one more hard move to the top. I did it twice via different solutions, and then led Fo di Stras to its left. This was a little more sustained, a line of pockets curving left, then back right: quite technical throughout, but really satisfying. I led another long hybrid pitch on the slab, and then became tired. More to the point, the sun was now lighting most of the face, so it was becoming tough. On the extreme right of the crag, I led an easy 4c up delightful rough limestone in the hot sun, and we finished with the vague right-hand arete. Black truffle trofie pasta was adequate reward.

Lantana climbing

Crag: Lantana, Orobie, Italy
Routes: Lucertole Impazzite (f5:led), Obelix (f5+:sec), Qui (f5:led), Push Up (f5:sec)
After a convivial evening with only four other hut residents (two Canadians, two Bergamaschi), we enjoyed a leisurely hut breakfast before heading back down to Valbondione from the Coca hut. The weather, fortunately, seemed much less stable today - but we needed a rest, so it didn't matter. We climbed a spur above the hut first for magnificent views over the Val Seriana. Then, the steep Valle del Rolledrino led down to the treeline above Rianlivere to eventually gain Valbondione. A surprisingly steep and lengthy descent, although perhaps we were just tiring after two big mountain days. We got to the village just in time for cappuccino, not wanting to transgress the 11am limit! Alongside a brioche, much better than the average hut breakfast, in a nice cafe in the centre of Valbondione. Then it was down to Clusone for lunch and a walk round before booking a charming Alpine hotel in Castione del Presolana. After this, we were ready for some cragging - but the storm that had been brewing all day finally broke as we checked in. Nothing for it but to relax in our rooms and watch the rain from our balconies: no bad thing. Much later on, at 6pm, it cleared, so we drove to Lantana for a reccie of our nearest crag. After a bit of searching, we found it and it proved very promising. We didn't have time for much, so went to the smallest Settore A for an 'aperitif'. Even on this least distinguished cliff, it was good - pocketed limestone, good features. I led a simple f5 up a pocketed slab, and later led a route up a curving crack further left. The rock was dry, although the pockets were wet. Hunger saw us scurrying back for pizza as it got dark and it started to rain again.

Pizzo Coca traverse

Peaks: Pizzo di Coca (3050m)
Routes: South Ridge/Via Normale (PD:II)
Area: Orobie Alps, Italy
A magnificent traverse of the highest peak in the Orobie Alps, the essence of what I have always enjoyed more than any other form of mountain activity. As with yesterday, the day unfolded gradually in logical fashion with us adopting a relaxed approach, sensibly and necessarily responding to conditions rather then 'summit at all costs'. A late start, by Alpine standards, after breakfast at the Curo hut, then walking around the stunning Lago Barbellino with magnificent views back to yesterday's peak: the Recastello, which looks superb from this angle. High cloud overhead, weather prospects not entirely obvious. After the annoying descent below the dam (hundreds of chamois feeding on the dam wall, an amazing sight) to the base of the Valmorta, we had a steep reascent to pick up the adventurous GR route that heads over the Bocchetta del Camoscio to the Coca refuge (the normal route is much lower down). After a bit of scrambling up short rock walls, the path contours the tight valley of the Valmorta (Death Valley) and really starts to penetrate this wild corner of the Orobie, heading relentlessly up below Pizzo Cappuccello and Pizzo del Diavolo, to eventually ease off and open out dramatically at the remote Lago di Valmorta. This was stunning: a lake and flat green meadow, very isolated, set among superb mountain scenery. The onward route was absolutely relentless, up very steep scree and moraine material to gain the lip of the hanging valley which gives access to the Bocchetta. The fact that a GR route goes up here seemed remarkable: very complex and adventurous terrain, particularly in these snowy conditions. The Bocchetta itself was obvious - a tiny col between Coca and its subsidiary - but the route was certainly not. A steepening snow slope - kahtoolas just about adequate - gained the sanctuary of rock slabs, then the complex, weaving upward route begins. First, this curves right up little walls, and eventually gains a series of little chimneys interspersed with traverses (one of which was steep and tricky, on snow, step-kicking required). The whole route was absorbing and superb, and the weather was improving continually, the high cloud burning away and deep blue skies emerging. The route keeps you guessing throughout, but eventually eases just before the Bocchetta is gained. I basked in the sunshine in this magnificent location, but then heard a distant shout. Steve, well behind, had lost the tenuous route and needed some advice. I scampered back down the top section and we sorted it out, regrouping at the col and dumping some of our kit before embarking on the 1000ft climb up to the summit of Pizzo di Coca. This was absolutely superb: with the steepest section towards the start, up a long but easy chimney with good solid scrambling, giving access to sloping ledges heading right of the ridge up scree. Then came the trickiest route-finding, up a steepish and quite long wall to gain a level and well-defined section of ridge. The hut warden had told us there was no snow on this section, and it proved the case - one patch easily circumvented on the left by a few steep moves on rock. Then came the final summit tower, gained easily via a weaving path and a few short scrambly steps. Steve joined me, and my error on the Recastello yesterday was forgiven as we spent a memorable few minutes enjoying the magnificent views from the highest peak in the Orobie. The peaks over the Austrian border were notable, but the most obvious landmarks were Monte Disgrazia and the Adamello, as well as Pizzo Redorta and Punta di Scais across the nearest valley. It was beginning to cloud over, but it remained high as we descended back to the Bocchetta and the sacks. This needed care but we despatched it quickly, meeting up with numerous chamois towards the bottom ('camoschi' translates as chamois, so the col was well named). The onward route, down to the Coca hut, was much easier than this morning's ascent, clearly far more frequently travelled, and the normal route up Pizzo di Coca. A snowfield led past more chamois to a moraine and long rocky section down to a superb grassy ridge with fabulous views across the valley containing the turquoise Lago di Coca to the steep walls of Pizzo Redorta, festooned with a dozen tight snow gullies. We were beginning to tire, and seriously dehydrate, so made the lake a target. It was another stupendous spot, hemmed in by steep walls on all sides, giving an ice cold paddle and relief for the feet. After rehydrating, we followed the crashing outflow stream down the green valley which led eventually to the magnificently located Rifugio Coca. I have stayed in many huts over many years, but this proved one of the best: immense character in an unrivalled position on the lip of the hanging valley overlooking the Val Seriana. The most notable peaks were, gratifyingly, Pizzo Recastello (done yesterday) and, much further south, the Presolana (which we later climbed on Friday). Again, Steve and I had a room to ourselves, and another magnificent meal: asparagus risotto, pasta with pancetta and mushroom, and more beef and Bergamo-style solid polenta. A violent storm blew up, the hut in the clouds, heavy hail. Then it dissipated giving mesmerising views across the valley from our bedroom window.

Pizzo Recastello/Corno Neri

Peaks: Corno Neri (2650m), Pizzo Recastello (2886m)

Area: Orobie Alps, Italy

Unusually humid as we arrived in the upper Valseriana after flying into Bergamo - the tail-end of a notable heatwave across Europe. After a sleepless night in a mountain lodge in Fiumenero (very hot, constant church bells) and a good breakfast of local cheese and meat, we set off from Valbondione at the head of the valley, already quite late. The path is thickly wooded, offering shelter from the sun, and gently climbs the side of the valley above Grumetti. The Serio waterfalls that plunge down from the hanging valley here are among the highest in Europe and gave a superb backdrop to the route, which becomes steep as it approaches the headwall and emerges from the woods. At the lip of the valley, we emerged into the upper hanging valley (huge) containing the turquoise, stunning Lago Barbellino, and Rifugio Curo: our home for the night. We checked in, had a drink and a breather, and considered our options. It was really quite late, almost midday. Above towered Pizzo Recastello, an unavoidable objective from Curo and a superbly defined, distinctive peak. But we were too late, and the question arose: should we go for it now, or just do a reccie and save it for tomorrow? Clouds were gathering, but they seemed benign for the moment, so we took the track above the lake and then set off for the side valley of Val Cerviera, yet another hanging valley poised at yet another higher level. The path was steep initally but led to the wild Cerviera proper. Nobody around, with the dank and dripping black walls of the Recastello looming above to the left, and the greener, gentler peaks of Monte Verme and Cimone to the right. The normal route starts much higher, after a tricky river crossing (all in spate with huge volumes of meltwater), and branches off from the main GR route in the upper cwm. Huge amounts of snow were lying here, the upper cwm (below Pizzo Tre Confini) a solid white, impressive bowl. We moved left (east) towards Recastello - finally acknowledging that 'reccie' was transforming into 'ascent'. It became snowy and indistinct immediately, traversing left and contouring upwards to gain some open scree (this open valley is, I think, the Cornello Rosso). We donned kahtoolas and crampons here, and made our way to a steeper, more extensive snowfield which led up to an obvious rock headwall below what we presumed was the summit of Recastello. I had always been concerned about snow volume, after an unusually cold May, and this transpired - although it was very soft and deep in this weather. There was no trench, and the onward route was unclear (nobody around, although we did see one couple lower down). So route-finding was the order of the day: we moved up the snow and trended right towards the rocky headwall. A steep gully headed right, obviously too steep for the grade, so we left the snow to gain sloping loose shelves on the right. This looked untravelled, but with all the snow the onward route wasn't clear, so I embarked on an epic reccie up  the open gully to the right. This led to a tiny col with snow patch. Mist was descending, but I had the scent of a summit, so ploughed upwards on ever-steepening rock. It was loose, but feasible, and very satisfying, weaving around to pick the best line up what proved to be a tapering pinnacle. The mist blocked views as I rose, although I did eventually see the summit cross of Recastello on the left across a big void! Too late now, so I continued upwards to the tiny summit of what later proved to be the double pinnacled peak of Corno Neri (the Black Horns, a perfect description and a real bonus in the sense that this is a peak I strongly suspect is very rarely climbed). I descended down the complex route: steep, tenuous, weaving and slightly harrowing, to the snow patch, then the easier gully back to Steve, who wasn't very happy. However, the reccie at least unlocked the mystery of the onward route to Recastello. We minimised height loss, donned hardware, and traversed left across the steep upper snowfield to gain the headwall on the opposite side, finally back on route. I dumped my sack, and took the left-hand couloir direct. This headed up, fairly loose, to another headwall, after which a tighter gully curves left, very atmospheric, with a series of chains. This gives around 100ft of steep scrambling to an easier section which leads to a small col just below a sub-peak. Huge amounts of cloud were billowing up from the Pizzo Coca side, and I was concerned about a storm coming in, so scampered up the enjoyable ridge to the top: not as exposed as I had expected, but good mild scrambling throughout. I signed the summit book in atmospheric conditions - huge banks of cloud and mist but also intermittent views straight down to the Curo hut, seemingly directly below. I descended to the col to find Steve just arriving, very angry with me (rightly so) for going ahead. He left for the summit, while I sat at the col fretting about the weather which was beginning to look distinctly hostile. After he returned, we dropped down the gully using the chains, then donned ice tools for the descent of the main snow field. After this, the descent went easily, following our own footprints, back to the junction with the GR route up the Cerviera. After a snack and rest, a distant thunderclap sent us off down the valley under glowering skies. The storm, when it arrived, was actually fairly mild - and we were back in the Curo hut by then. Refuelled in classic Bergamasco fashion: truffle risotto, beef stew and polenta. 

Tryfan climbing

Crag/Peak: Tryfan, Eryri
Routes: Pinnacle Rib Route (D:led p.1,3), Thompson's Chimney (HS 4b:led)
Thick clag all day, which failed to clear, contrary to the forecast. After the slog up to the Terrace,  led the first pitch of the obscure Northern Rib, looking for the very few little pitches I haven't done on the East Face. Sadly, it is obscure for a reason: disjointed and pointless. So we moved left to the original Pinnacle Rib (having repeated Overlapping Rib fairly recently). Perhaps my third time up the original route, an easy classic. I merged the first pitch to take the pleasant slanting slab then the easy groove to a ledge - 100ft of delightfully simple climbing. Steve led up the steeper groove to broken ground, and I led through picking out the choice bits until the Yellow Slab. I'd led this last September, so Steve led it and continued up the curving flakes above. With mist swirling round, we decided to finish up Thompson's. I last led this in the snow in March 1992, at the time it had the comedy grade of VD. It is quite a thrutch. The initial wall is tricky, then the main chimney was wet - it has a very awkward move up the crack to gain better holds on the right wall, and a flake higher up. It is very atmospheric, though, and finishes as close to the summit as you can get. We descended in thick clag, and then rescued a lost couple from the grassy bowl above North Gully (completely disoriented, they thought they were on the west face), leading them to safety down Little Gully - a day they definitely won't forget in a hurry. Jogged back to the car for an easy finish: useful mountaineering shakedown in advance of our Alps trip.

Carneddau run

Peaks: Pen y Castell, Drum, Carnedd y Ddelw
Area: Carneddau, Eryri
A pronounced dip in form: possibly allergies again (although the muscle damage after my downhill relay leg didn't help). Struggled up from Tal y Bont, maximising the climbing again, up the steep road beyond Llanbedr y Cennin to the old hillfort (memories of taking E up here when she was very young). Pen y Castell is one of Snowdonia's most obscure hills, and the paths up are tenuous to say the least. It was sunny, for the most part, but very windy; and the long haul up Drum was tough - very windy on the summit, as it often is. I lay down in the cairn for a rest, then pelted over Carnedd y Ddelw for the long descent on the road.

Welsh Castles Relay

Race: Welsh Castles Relay, Stage 15 Epynt-Brecon (12.8m)
Time/Position: 1.19.51 (13th from 64)
Given my current training regime, this was perhaps the worst possible leg for me - mainly downhill, all on tarmac. That said, my run at the Beast on Wednesday had come as a surprise and gave some cause for optimism - although ultimately I have done nothing on road for months, and certainly not a half-marathon. I was reliant on the muscle memory from 40+ half marathons in the past, and just kept a pace ticking over that I knew I could sustain. I requested a different leg from last year, in my endless search for novelty, and really enjoyed the drive down and car bivouac. I arrived at the Epynt 'visitor centre' (a derelict house) several hours before the stage, and relaxed in its very tranquil atmosphere (the middle of nowhere, on the edge of the Sennybridge military land). Then the castles charabanc starts to come through - what the event is all about - and the stage begins. An initial climb leads to inspiring views of the Beacons, then a long downhill section through Upper Chapel, before it levels off for undulations through Lower Chapel and Llandefaelog Fach. A detour west up a steep hill to Cradoc was tough but allowed me to gain a couple more places as quick starters began to suffer. Some more hills on this detour section before a downhill finish right next to the river in Brecon. I finished first from the 10 veteran teams in the race (this is not the same as being first veteran!): as with last year, it was nice to be involved and to help the team. We finished a very creditable second Vet team overall, behind Les Croupiers, and I sampled some of the atmosphere on the Sunday, driving down to Cardiff for the finish, and staying overnight.

Beast fell race

Race: Up the Beast, Bryn Alyn
Time/Position: 41.29 (6th from 116 [2nd V40])
I've almost forgotten what proper racing feels like with all the long, slow stuff, so this was a welcome way to jog the memory. I started out mid-pack, genuinely expecting to stay there, but was somewhat amazed to feel quite good, just like old times. I've done every 'Beast' race since it started (apart from last year), so don't have too many excuses, and always enjoy the course. I kept it slow and steady through the woods, then upped the pace a bit for the climb through the limestone outcrops to the top of Bryn Alyn, passing a few of the quick starters. I descended reasonably well, given lack of road speed, and managed to keep it going for the climb back up Bryn Alyn which is always the crux (although it was cooler than usual this evening after a showery day). Then came a grand old battle with Simon on the run in through the woods back to Maeshafn, which is all a lot longer and harder than it used to be.

Orme/Penmaenbach climbing

Crag: St Tudno's, Great Orme
Routes: Pile Driver (f6a:led), Thankyou Johnny (f6a+:sec)
Crag: Penmaenbach, Conwy
Routes: A55 Hole Arete (f5:sec), Jack the Jeffer (f6a:led), Linking Crack (f6a:led), Grandad's Groove (f6a+:sec), Work-Life Balance (f6b+:sec*), Shezurrection 2 (f6a+:led)
More difficult decisions on this short trip. The best forecast of the week - but cloud was draped over central Snowdonia first thing, and a cold north-westerly wind was blowing. The two most feasible options were chalk and cheese: sports climbing around Llandudno, or a mountaineering route on the east face of Tryfan. We went for the former, dropping Kate off and heading round Marine Drive for the very short walk down to St Tudno's. I've never climbed at this crag before, although I've been near it, and some of the routes have recently been retro-bolted. It is just minutes from the car, and indeed the centre of Llandudno, but as with all the crags below Marine Drive, feels miles from anywhere with wonderful views of the sea. Conditions were poor - it was dry, but cold, sunless and very windy as I set off up Pile Driver. This takes a steep juggy groove to a tricky crux traversing left on small holds. This leads to better holds and an easier finish on flat holds up a vague groove further left. My fingers were numb with cold, which doesn't help at the Orme, where I have always found everything just a bit too hard! The 6a+ to the right seemed a tad easier - certainly more positive, up juggy flakes to a technical section at the top. Both quite good climbs, but that was enough - we needed sunshine and shelter, so scampered back to the cars and round to Sychnant. As ever, a lovely walk down to Penmaenbach in glorious clarity of light - but the wind stayed, nagging and persistently cold. We just couldn't escape it, so Steve did the easy arete and I did the more sheltered side slab of Jack the Jeffer at 6a. I did this last year - it has one or two delicate moves but is worthwhile. We then moved down to the middle tier, visited with Peter in April. This time, we made much more of an impact on it. Most of the routes look dire from immediately below, but better and more defined from a distance - and are OK, if not exactly classic, when actually climbing them. Linking Crack is scrappy at first, but a bulge leads to a clean upper wall and enjoyable sharp, slanting crack. This is fairly positive and simple, with hidden footholds, and leads to a steep final wall. A fairly long 22m pitch, as was Grandad's Groove, which has a few tough moves at the start up a steep wall and vague groove with good flakey holds leading to a slabbier section before a similar finish to Linking Crack. The slabby (relatively) wall further right is cleaner and better - and gives good climbing. Steve led the 6b+ without knowing the grade! It has a blank section at mid-height, which I found desperate in my dreadful new shoes - like clogs and not at all what was required. Neither of us did this cleanly. Shezurrection - a 6a+ to its left - was the best route I've done on this section. It takes a nice line up a very vague shallow groove. Generally positive holds and fairly sustained, although never excessively hard. It takes a bit of thought to get the right sequence, and stays interesting right to the top.

Hebog-Nantlle

Peaks: Bryn Bron Banog, Moel Hebog, Moel yr Ogof, Moel Lefn, Mynydd Bwlch y Ddwy Elor, Trum y Ddisgyl, Mynydd Drws y Coed, Y Garn
Area: Nantlle/Hebog, Eryri
Torn between two options this morning. I originally planned to do the Duddon fell race, but didn't fancy the long drive on my own. Instead, I opted for a longish Paddy reccie, recreating it by starting at 4am from home! I left Beddgelert at 6am in constant drizzle, totally unforecast, with hopes (soon to be dashed) that it would clear. There's not much point doing a reccie in thick clag, particularly as my plan was to concentrate on finding the best lines across the section of Eryri that I know least well. Indeed, I've never even been up Bryn Bron Banog - an obscure outlier of Moel Hebog. I jogged down the empty road through Aberglaslyn, looking across to Canyon Rib, an obscure climb which I did in 2011. Then a wet and humid trudge through the woods to emerge onto the open hill - somewhere above lay Bryn Bron Banog, but this was terra incognita for me. I followed my nose as well as the map, as the detail was insufficient, tracking walls upwards through bog and awkward terrain until I reached the windy summit - all very bleak, drizzle and thick mist - utterly pointless from a reconnaissance perspective. I ended up descending well to the north, right the way down to emerge from the clag above the hill farms, then contouring awkward terrain to pick up the Hebog race route at the bottom of the track. It is a long and draining climb from here, good training in a sense, and it looked like the clag was dissipating. A forlorn hope: at the summit, the mist was thick again. Nothing for it but to plod on, jogging down the steep slope to the col below the cleft that leads to Moel yr Ogof. I remember flying down this section, feeling very good, on one of the years I did the Cwm Pennant horseshoe race. Then over to Moel Lefn, an easy summit to miss, but not as easy as Gyrn to miss. I actually got the route bang on across the ridge, not easy in these conditions, and remembered the tortuous maze through the quarry workings around Bwlch y Ddwy Elor. Heavy rain started again, and the wind picked up. I found the climb up Trum y Ddisgyl utterly dispiriting. This was very discouraging given what I have been training for. No idea what the issue was, particularly as I have never found this route all that demanding before (indeed one year I had something of a flier up this climb on the Pennant race). At the ridge, I headed right along the narrowest and best section of the Nantlle ridge, which was wet, slippery and claggy throughout. At Y Garn, I just descended straight down to Rhyd Ddu, fed up, which meant a long run back to Beddgelert, over 10k to add to a fairly lengthy morning out. The road is too dangerous, so I took the weaving (and tiring) forest track and was back in time for lunch.

Ogwen circuit

Peaks: Pen yr Helgi Du, Pen Llithrig y Wrach, Gallt yr Ogof
Area: Carneddau/Glyderau, Eryri
A slightly eccentric impromptu horseshoe. The intention had been to reccie the Hebog/Nantlle leg of Paddy, but torrential rain along the A55 dissipated those plans. Instead, we adapted, and parked at the end of the steep tarmac road that gives access to Llugwy and Bwlch Eryl Farchog. This is fine in any weather, a quick running route into the hills. And by the time we'd reached the bwlch, very quickly from Ogwen, the weather began to clear with mist peeling off the ridge to Helgi Du. We ran up this, still before 9am, and straight over the other side towards Pen Llithrig. I was last here over Christmas with my 'hard way up' from Tal y Bont. We were all enjoying ourselves now, and decided to extend the day by descending to Capel Curig (quite complex to find the best line on the top part of this descent, and part of the Paddy route of course). At Capel, I discovered I'd dropped my food! My companions fed me, and we then embarked on the very long and trackless climb up Gallt yr Ogof. Good running up the old Miners Track initially, then into the bowl below the Red Slab, contouring up to gain the summit in foul weather. It was now as cold and wet as it had been when we started, so we pelted down to Gwern y Gof Isaf and the car, in time for lunch.

Ras y Moelwyn

Race: Moelwyn fell race (10m+/3200ft/AM)
Peaks: Moelwyn Mawr, Craigysgafn, Moelwyn Bach, Moel yr Hydd
Time/Position: 1.50.50 (88th from 280)
I was amazed to discover that it has been a decade since I last did this excellent race. I can only think that is because it tends to clash with London. This year, however, it was run a month later as a British championship race, and as such the sense of occasion and place in this most distinctive and interesting of towns was ramped up a bit. I have a bit of a connection with Blaenau, so really enjoyed the special start from Rawson Square, in front of Ty Gorsaf in the middle of town with all the peaks just emerging from the clag and visible from the start: a brilliant touch. Then came a fast start through the streets of Blaenau, before dropping down to the rugby club and making our way onto the open hill over the railway. Then comes a long but gradual climb up to Cwm Orthin, which I remembered well from last time, passing below the crags of Tan y Grisiau, a favourite climbing area for me. I kept a steady pace going, albeit slow given current training regime, until the final steep climb up the northern ridge of Moelwyn Mawr. The mist was down, and it was quite cold and clammy on the summit. Even with 300 runners, the route over Craigysgafn was not all that obvious in terms of the quickest line - and I certainly didn't get it. The climb up Moelwyn Bach is quick, however. In the mist, I had no memory of the onward route: I plunged leftwards down the gully initially, slightly unsure, then prevaricated with a poor onward route, too far right initially, then too far left, before emerging from the mist above Llyn Stwlan, where the checkpoint was. The race used to head across the dam and up Moel yr Hydd, but today went backwards, up the side of Moelwyn Bach again, to join a superb contouring slate path to the col (others took a better line further right). Given current distance, I found the final climb up Moel yr Hydd fairly comfortable, and the mist then cleared for the tricky descent down the broad boggy and rocky gully back to Cwm Orthin before a long and weaving finish with small extra climbs. I finished at the rugby club 15 minutes down on my 2009 time, although a fair portion of this must be due to the extended route - at least that's what I'm telling myself!

Maeshafn climbing

Crag: Maeshafn
Routes: Puppy Power (VS 4b:led), The Bulger (HVS 5b:sec), Bulger variant (VS 4c:sec), Sling  variant (VS 4c:sec), Little Finger Jam variant (HVS:sec)
The usual brief pre-Collie outing, although I did kick off with a lead of the slabby VS Puppy Power, done numerous times before. This is briefly delicate for a few moves, before an easy finish on big holds. We then moved round to the Amphitheatre, where we set up a top-rope for more routes done many times before. The Bulger, and its variants, are much easier than Little Finger Jam, which has always had a desperate start (UK 5c+?) and is even more polished these days.

Ogwen climbing

Crags: Clogwyn Bochlwyd/Craig Caseg Fraith Isaf, Ogwen
Routes: Marble Slab (HS 4b:led), Arete and Slab (D:sec), Two Pitch Route Direct (S 4a:led), A5 (HS:sec), Grug (S:led), Canol (HVS 5a:sec), Bulge (VS 5a:sec)
Having dragged Steve to the obscure and vegetated Craig Rhiwarth earlier this month, I felt a conservative choice was in order for this brief late afternoon outing. Bochlwyd fitted the bill, and I kicked off with a route I last did in the early 90s. Marble Slab is short, but delightful, with its twin cracks leading to a well-protected but committing move around an overlap, before delicate slab climbing with good wires leads to a ledge and easier climbing up the right-hand arete. Due to a lifetime taking detailed notes, I later discovered that Tim led this all those years ago, not me! So it was nice to lead it today. Steve then did the Diff to the right of the crag, and I led a direct version of Two Pitch Route. I did something similar last year, taking the groove on the left, then leading direct to the top in one, without traversing left. This takes slightly messier terrain right of the crack: a touch harder than the normal route. The weather had been a little cold and cloudy, but now began to clear beautifully to fluffy clouds and warmish sunshine. We drove round to the little crag above Gwern Gof Uchaf. Steve led the rather awkward A5, which takes a left-slanting crack with a tricky move or two. My lead, Grug, was not great: slightly green closed cracks to a ledge, then more dirty climbing up cracks to a tree. Small wires and small cams needed, mildly disconcerting. We finished off with rope above, using the excuse of excessive polish. Canol is easier than Bulge, despite their respective grades. It climbs delicately to a ledge on rounded holds, then a nice finger jamming crack to the top. Bulge is just a bit awkward, and very polished throughout. A late finish in which a beautiful evening developed, although a few light clouds remained.

Cuillin Ridge North-South (day two)

Peaks: Sgurr Dubh, Sgurr nan Eag, Sgurr a'Choire Bhig, Gars Bheinn
Area: Cuillin, Skye
Overnight, I began to regard this unconventional Cuillin traverse as perfectly calibrated Paddy Buckley training! If I am attuned to anything at present, it is fast walks up multiple climbs, so it was no real problem to be faced with the 3000ft re-ascent back to the ridge from the Glen Brittle hut. In fact, it was enjoyable - another stunning morning, the wind had dropped to a whispering breeze now and the temperature had climbed considerably. Conditions remained superb, though, and it was never too hot. From the hut, I jogged along Glen Brittle to the campsite, then up the Coire Lagan path until it splits. I descended this way last year, and was relishing the chance to revisit Coire a'Ghrunnda, which is one of Skye's finest cwms (although, unlike most of Skye - which feels utterly distinctive - to me Ghrunnda is reminiscent of the Maritime Alps). Staying left on the approach (it is a classic hanging valley) gives some fine scrambling on clean gabbro, as ever there are no easy ways up and the route-finding is never simple. It was early, and I was completely alone in this wonderful bowl of rock, with stunning views backwards across the sea to Rum. The far side is very bouldery and awkward but gives access to the main ridge fairly simply - the easier section below the TD gap that we visited last year. Sunny on the eastern side of the crest, and I romped along the rough sculpted rock, bypassing the tower on the ridge, Casteal a'Gharbh Choire, but then commencing on the scramble up Sgurr nan Eag too far left. This led to a steep wall, then exposed traversing right across slabs to a very steep groove - which I guessed would gain easier ground. Luckily, it did, and I followed the normal ascent route to the ridge crest at the top - with the summit some way along this to the south. It was a wonderful privilege to be up here alone in these conditions, and the remainder of the ridge to Gars Bheinn looks mouthwatering from Sgurr nan Eag. It is much more straightforward than the rest of the traverse, but still beautifully defined and starts with a steep descent on scree to a bealach, before grassy but steep scrambling leads back up to the fairly sharp crest of Sgurr a'Choire Bhig. From here, a joyous catwalk suspended above the sea leads along to the beautiful pyramid of Gars Bheinn. This entire section, alone, was memorable - stunning views down to Coruisk on the left, and the sea coming ever closer in front. Every step was a pleasure. My solitude was then interrupted by three Scousers, just embarking on the traverse from south to north having taken four hours to slog up Gars Bheinn. These were the only people I saw all day, however, and after rounding a shattered tower, I climbed up to the summit of Gars Bheinn and drank in the view, undoubtedly one of the best in the British Isles. The entire ridge back to Gillean dominates, of course, as does the sea directly below. It was one of those very special mountain moments - I sat there for half an hour drinking it all in. The reverie soon goes, however, with an unusually tough descent directly down the shifting scree that forms this peak - still, better down it than up it. Then comes the long but very pleasant trudge back along the remote territory marking this furthest stretch of the southern Cuillin, I was a bit tired, and stopped for water a few times. But it only took me 2.52 from the hut to Gars Bheinn, so I was moving much more quickly for this southerly section. I began to slow towards the end of the descent, however, and drove straight to Shiel Bridge for a wash in the river and a picnic lunch looking up at the Five Sisters.

Cuillin Ridge North-South (day one)

Peaks: Sgurr nan Gillean, Sgurr a' Fionn Choire, Bruach na Frithe, Sgurr na Bairnich, An Caisteal, Bidean Druim nan Ramh, Sgurr a'Mhadaidh, Sgurr a'Greadaidh, Sgurr Thormaid, Sgurr na Banachdich, Sgurr nan Gobhar
Routes: West Ridge Gillean (M), Druim nan Ramh Traverse (M), Four Tops Traverse Mhadaidh (D)
Area: Cuillin, Skye
An unconventional and not entirely legitimate Cuillin ridge traverse, which ended up as a considerably more physical, but less technical, two-day outing. Yet it was still a continuous linear journey from Sgurr nan Gillean to Gars Bheinn, and in that sense a privilege, as well as an unusually demanding version with over 3000ft of extra climbing. The night was windy, with gusty blasts rocking the van as I tried to sleep outside the Glen Brittle hut. As a result, I missed my alarm and was dozing (assuming the day was off) when Simon knocked on the door of the van! As a result I had about 10 minutes to prepare for a day some spend a lifetime preparing for. I wolfed down a bit of breakfast, threw some kit in my sac, and we were off to Sligachan, nearly 8am - far too late already. Vic imposed a 10 hour time limit on the attempt, which proved a tad ambitious. The main issue early on was the wind, a bitter northerly that blasted into us as we struggled up the 'tourist route' up Gillean. I last did this in pouring rain and thick mist with Gareth in the wet August of 1992! It is a very drawn out route, something of a slog, which curves round the base of Pinnacle Ridge (which we did last year - a far better way up), then finds a way through complex terrain to gain a bowl of rock and finally the upper south-east ridge which proves that the 'tourist' descriptor is something of a misnomer - it is pretty narrow and exposed. Very windy throughout, quite draining at times, and a shame so early on in the traverse. I found a way up solid slabs to the ridge, which avoided the scree but meant I lost contact with the other two until the summit, which is a spectacular spot - I often say it is the finest peak in the British Isles. After a bite, we got the harnesses on and descended the superb West Ridge. I missed the top section of this last year, so it was nice to do it in full - weaving down shelves and walls to pass through the 'window', a hole in the rock. It is interesting and fun throughout, and ends at Nicholson's chimney, which we abbed (as we did last year). We skirted Am Basteir, to save time, but I nipped up the scrambly traverse over Sgurr a'Fionn Choire by way of recompense, and because I hadn't done it before. It is quite a striking peak from some angles. From here, we moved very quickly over Bruach na Frithe - still very cold and windy - and then down the superb ridge which approaches the complex central section. Perhaps the best views of all are had from this section before An Caisteal - it gives good but non-technical scrambling and allows for quick progress until you reach the awkward gap below An Caisteal. We roped up and I led a short pitch to a grassy section, where we had lunch with great views into remote Harta Corrie, before heading up a slabby basalt groove to the top. Next up is Bidean Druim nan Ramh, perhaps the most complex section of the whole ridge, with three separate tops. The intricate detail is hard to recall, but there is a great deal of downclimbing, the occasional abseil, and some excellent hard scrambling. I suspect it is even more complex from north to south, as the route-finding is less obvious. A step over a deep gully sticks in the mind, as does a very exposed traverse above a lot of space near the final tower. Eventually, the angle eases and the ridge becomes broad and grassy for a short section before rearing up quite quickly towards Sgurr a'Mhadaidh. I'd been up the main summit of this peak before, freezing in a howling north-westerly gale in 2015. But the mountain has a lot more to offer - in fact, it has four separate summits and is another famously complex section of the ridge, particularly in this direction. The first two peaks are fairly easy, with simple downclimbs and excellent scrambling. Then things get more complicated and serious, with steep pitches and roped downclimbs before the descent of the final peak before the main summit - this is very steep indeed, indeed it looks quite outrageous at the grade from the other side. It gave absorbing scrambling to the final col, before a mini ridge leads to a step left onto exposed slabs which give access to the Mhadaidh summit ridge. Throughout this section, tremendous views straight down to Coruisk and Coire an Uaigneis. Light cloud blocked the sun for a while, although it stayed clear. We descended to An Dorus, a familiar spot to me now, a tiny breche which requires a few steep moves to leave on the Greadaidh side. We then kept too far left on the ridge up Greadaidh, having to retrace our steps to get on the right-hand side of the 'Wart' rock tower. Famously, the ridge between (and slightly beyond) the twin summits of Sgurr a'Greadaidh is the narrowest section of all, a proper knife-edge, and gives tremendous scrambling and views. We did it last year, but it seemed more spectacular in this direction. You lose track of time on the ridge, absorbed in its wonderful intricacies, and the sun was beginning to drop - all clouds melted away and a stunning evening began to develop. At the bealach, we met Dave and Ken, dozing behind some rocks, in the middle of their three day south-north crossing. It was obvious that we would fail to meet our 10 hour target, so began to hatch different plans. Above comes the easy scrambling up towards the Teeth, and then airy slabs to the top of Sgurr Thormaid, before the awkward scree traverse to gain Banachdich. After continuing along to Sgurr Dearg, Vic suggested we sack the attempt and descend to the hut - glistening below in the evening sunshine (we had no bivvy gear and no torches, so to an extent our hand was forced, although physically I felt fine and had plenty of water and a full malt loaf left). Instead of going straight down, we traversed across to the wonderful spur of Sgurr nan Gobhar - which gave a stunning and memorable descent, straight towards the setting sun which was dipping towards the Outer Hebrides of Barra and Uist. To the left, Soay and Rum all greens and blacks on a glistening silver sea. It just got better and better, and as I descended I realised my legs felt good and that there was no real option but to climb back up to the ridge and finish the job the next day.

Clach Glas-Blaven traverse

Peaks: Sgurr nan Each (720m), Clach Glas (786m), Blaven/Bla Bheinn (928m)
Routes: North Ridge (D:led), South Ridge (D:sol), North Ridge/18m Chimney (D:led)
Area: Cuillin, Skye
Rather like Ardverikie Wall, this has been a painfully obvious gap in my mountaineering CV for decades. I'd arrived in Glen Brittle fairly late yesterday evening, and found it unsurprisingly tricky to get a partner for this - as it requires a long drive back in the direction most people had just come, so was not a very logical choice for the first day on Skye! However, unlike the rest of the hut residents, I only had a couple of days so had to maximise my time, and wanted to fill in those obvious gaps. Eventually, an ideal little team emerged: Simon M agreed it would make a nice 'active rest day' in advance of our ridge attempt on Monday, and new AAC member Elaine arrived at the last minute. We drove round to Loch Slapin, last visited with the family in 2012: stunning views across to Blaven, one of the most famous and best views in the UK, with the entire ridge etched black against a deep blue sky. The car park was full, so Elaine (who had detailed local knowledge) introduced us to a connoiseur's route, very much my cup of tea, up the untravelled valley of the Allt Aigeann. This was superb: completely empty, following a delightful stream as the valley twists right then left and becomes a tight rocky gorge. Some tricky scrambling allowed us to escape the gorge, then fairly solid scree led to the big bealach between Garbh Bheinn and Sgurr nan Each. It clouded over a bit temporarily, and a fierce northerly blasted into us when we emerged - uncomfortably cold for a while. We skirted the highpoint of Sgurr nan Each, and the wind dropped quite a bit as we approached the mighty Clach Glas - which looks stupendous from this angle, the 'Matterhorn of Skye' as it is often called, a spire of black rock. At another col, numerous gendarmes and pinnacles dot the lower section, which are turned on the right. Above some exposed slabs give good scrambling to a narrowing of the ridge where it begins in earnest. More twists and turns lead to a scree gully, and then a rightward slanting shallow chimney which is key to the route. I led this on my half rope and Elaine was happier this way: Simon soloed alongside. At the top, the route heads left up superb open slabs, easy but exposed throughout. I led a long pitch up the slabs, heading right at the top to a belay, then led up gabbro shelves to the superb summit: this entire section is wonderful, as good as anything of its kind in the British Isles. It was sunny again, with stupendous clarity of light. The views were magnificent in all directions - across to Blaven, then back to the Cuillin outliers, then across to the main ridge, all of which is visible from this angle. The peaks of Knoydart, Torridon and Sgritheall all glistened with Friday's fresh snow, and the panorama stretched from Jura in the south to Fisherfield and the Outer Hebrides. After a snack, the traverse continues. We stayed roped up for the crack that leads to the tricky downclimb of the 'Imposter'. This is the famous, photogenic spire at the top of the south ridge. it looks improbable from below, but - as its name suggests - is much easier than it looks. The bottom basalt section is a tad awkward, however, and very exposed above Choire a'Caise. After this, difficulties ease but the ridge remains narrow and superb, dropping down to the left via a gully lower down, absorbing scrambling throughout with numerous surprises and detours required before the obvious haven of the 'putting green' is reached. This is a grassy col between the two peaks and an obvious lunch spot, with the Great Prow towering nearby. Then comes the route up the north flank of Blaven. This has a steep wall with good holds before slanting right then left to gain a scree slope below the 'half crown pinnacle'. On the right is the 18m chimney, which was a cold but atmospheric line with two good threads and good gabbro holds on the right wall. I brought Elaine up and we then dumped the sacks at the mini-col before walking to the top of Blaven via the broad east ridge in perfect weather (although it clouded over just a tad at the summit). A very long descent down to Coire Uaigneach, where the route kinks round, back to the shores of Loch Slapin and the car on the other side of the lake. Nice to tick this classic route at last - perhaps the best route of its kind in the UK. Alpine PD+.

Ardverikie Wall

Crag/Peak: Binnein Shuas (747m)
Route: Ardverikie Wall (HS 4a,4a,4b,4b:led p.2)
Area: Central Highlands, Scotland
A classic climb, one of Scotland's finest, and one that I have wanted to do for decades. We decided it would make an ideal stopover (and meeting point) en route to Skye, but driving up the A9 late on Friday night in driving sleet and wet snow, having just escaped a blizzard on Ben Vorlich, it seemed highly unlikely we would even start the walk-in never mind do the climb. A very cold (-3C) night sleeping in the car at the Craig Meagaidh nature reserve (last visited two years ago, our final greatly missed Whit family Highlands trip) compounded that view. But: I was woken next morning by sunlight streaming in through the rear window, and spectacular plumes of mist draped around the slopes of Creag Meagaidh, gradually burning off as the sun rose. After coffee and porridge, I met Vic and Simon at Moy Bridge and we started the walk-in under glorious skies: it was cold but not freezing, not entirely settled, with shower clouds to the east, but generally an incredible change from last night. Dry rock seemed a real possibility. And we knew the forecast was for it to get better and better over the next few days. First, however, we missed the turn off when chatting and made a famously long walk-in even longer by heading west through the conifers! Very annoying, but we reversed and decided to concentrate, heading along the track which skirts Binnein Shuas and gives access to the remote valley that gives the route its special character. I can't think of too many points of comparison in the UK: such a quality climb in such a wonderfully remote setting (Craig yr Ysfa would be the closest Welsh equivalent). This whole area has a distinctive feel, which I enjoyed in 2017 when we were here, slap bang in the middle of the Highlands, hovering between east and west in tone. The track curves round the corner, and there in front is Lochan na h-Earba, with the towering crags of Binnein Shuas catching the sun above. Famously, Ardverikie Wall looks utterly improbable at the grade until you are below it. From most angles it looks like an intimidating blank wall of rock, save for the obvious flake crack on pitch 2, which I ended up leading. We made good progress after the track, as a well-trodden path leads up to the base of the route. I thought we would have it all to ourselves, but no such luck - two young lads on bikes beat us to it, so we had a delay. Soon, though, Vic led up the merged first pitch, which takes a juggy rib - introducing us to the feldspar/microgranite characteristic of the crag, rough and compact, not unlike Cornish granite in places. The rib goes to a juggy steepening, then a run-out pocketed slab. Simon and I followed (we climbed on two single ropes for maximum flexibility). This gave me the superb second pitch - traversing right to gain the beautiful flake crack that is the most obvious feature of the route. This was easy but delightful, well protected with some bomber wires, and impeccable climbing - steady, absorbing and interesting throughout. At the top of the crack, a bulge leads to a platform then a short wall, where I joined the other party at an awkwardly small stance. The views and general ambience, looking down the wall to the loch, and across to the high peaks of Geal Charn, the Ben Alder group and across to the far end of the Ramsey Round at Chno Dearg, were unbeatable. Simon led the 3rd, another long pitch (this was a perfect route to do as a trio, with three brilliant quality 35m pitches). The probable crux comes straight away, a delicate move up the slab to a closed crack, which leads more easily rightwards to a broader, easy groove which heads diagonally left to another perfect belay. Vic led the 4th, up a scoop to a curving system of steep flakes - a precise solution to the final steeper section, curving right through the day's only wet patch, to a pull over the final bulge on perfectly positioned jugs. This leads to a terrace and the end of the difficulties, with a long final slabby pitch on easy rock leading to the plateau. The sun had now emerged after appearing intermittently (along with some very light rain) and we finally started to warm up (although it was never unbearably cold). We had lunch admiring the glorious views - it was especially nice to look across to Laggan and the valley we stayed in two years ago, and beyond a very snowy Cairngorm plateau. Fluffy clouds now, so having carried sacs throughout we completed the day in appropriately traditional mountaineering fashion, scrambling to the top of Binnein Shuas for its view of Creag Meagaidh, then descending the rocky shoulder to the west (with all the Grey Corries, Ben Nevis and the Mamores directly in front). This was all memorable, and led steeply but directly back to the track and car for a perfect loop. A classic climb, classic circuit and a memorable day. At the car, I drove to Spean bridge for a pie which I ate in glorious sunshine looking straight out towards the Grey Corries at the Glengarry viewpoint, then enjoyed the always wonderful drive over to Skye and the Glen Brittle hut in wonderful weather.

Ben Vorlich

Peak: Ben Vorlich (985m)
Area: Loch Earn, Scotland
Almost unbelievably, here was another mountain, another country, and yet another blizzard to add to this spring's long list. I wanted to stretch my legs in the evening, breaking the long journey to Skye with a quick mountain run. This is something I have done many times over the years, and it works well. As such, Ben Vorlich was one of the few remaining obvious gaps for this kind of quick outing, and the drive from Strathyre round the quiet southern edge of Loch Earn was new to me. Northerly airflow has continued for days, and it was still cold as I headed from the shores of the loch up the track through Ardvorlich house (and Bodnant-style hill garden) towards the open hill. Ahead, Ben Vorlich had some high clag and streaks of snow from this week's falls. Behind, however, Ben More and Stobinian rose from shower clouds, glistening totally white and gleaming in the evening sunshine. I planned a quick ascent, although resisted breaking into a run given the likely exertions of the next few days - fortunately, this hill is perfect in that respect. A gentle climb through open woodland leads to the open hill above the pretty stream valley, Allt a Choire Bhuidhe, and views begin to open out to the north over the Perthshire peaks. Above, the track becomes a path and steepens considerably. Here, the rain started in earnest. Then, an all-too-familiar pattern as it gave way to sleet and then snow as I ascended. After a forepeak, the snow got quite heavy and the top was pretty hostile - heavy snow falling horizontally in a stiff northerly wind, eyebrows icing up. I got to the trig point in 56 minutes, decided not to continue to Stuc a'Chroin, and descended in very poor visibility and very cold temperatures. All my tracks had been covered by a thick fresh layer of snow. On regaining the woodland, the rain stopped and the clouds began to clear leaving Ben Vorlich completely white and radiant. This, however, marked the end of this year's bad weather luck - within less than 36 hours the temperature was nudging into the low 20s on the shore of Loch Slapin.