Started the year with good intentions, but then got waylaid by doing Munros with friends. Penultimate Marilyn of the year was Beinn Ghoblach on 2 August, where I was crawling on hands and knees at one point on the summit ridge because the wind was so strong. This was while the rest of the country was basking in a heat wave. I must have chosen the wettest two weeks of the summer to go to north-west Scotland. High point of the year was definitely An Sgurr (Eigg), but I should have stayed overnight rather than go for a day visit.
