Marhofn 196.11 - May 2009

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Baglog: Charles Everett (+55=581)

Cracked off 2008 with two either side of the Horseshoe Pass north of Llangollen, on 3 January in a biting wind, followed a month later by a weekend at Crianlarich with York Alpine Club and a decision that probably sealed my choice of final Munro. Companion Nigel was going up Ben Vorlich (Loch Lomond) from the south, and I had a choice of going with him for a second ascent or up Ben Vane, the only Munro in the southern Highlands I had not climbed. I went up Ben Vorlich for a second time, by a totally different route and in much more benign conditions than in February 1999 when it had been snow, ice and high wind on top.

The year got going in June after Builth Wells. Jamie, hearing his tally was 128, said with bluster and bravado, 'I want to get to 200 by next year's meeting'. Hence a hill-focussed summer holiday which got him up 43 more, with lots of repeats for me. After a cross-country trip via Walbury Hill to drop him off at Stansted airport to go to Spain with his mum, two days were grabbed around the M25 and into Kent, watching a sunrise from Beachy Head on the way, and collecting all the remaining Marilyns in Kent, Sussex and Hampshire, finishing on a dusk tramp up through the Leith Hill woods, wondering at one stage if I'd ever find the top amongst myriad small paths.

Charles and Jamie Everett on Bryn y Fan (photo: Alan Dawson)

Charles and Jamie Everett on Bryn y Fan (photo: Alan Dawson)

Later on I was delighted to finally get out to Shenavall and do the eastern Fisherfield four, but sadly not the other two. The highlight of the year was definitely the four days 29 May - 1 June. Glorious Stob Coire Sgriodain and Chno Dearg, fantastic Grey Corries east to west and back to Stob Ban at 10pm; Carn na Caim and A'Bhuidheanach Bheag in sunshine with fluffy white clouds, and from my tent west of Rannoch over Carn Dearg and Sgor Gaibhre to Beinn Pharlagain, a fascinating plateau, and finally Sron Smeur, worth climbing just for the name to make one smile. Yummy, scrummy, ten more Munros and ten more Marilyns in my tummy.

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