Marhofn 269.15 - May 2013

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Margaret Squires (+152=1175)

When I heard the weather round-up for 2012 on the Scottish news, I wondered how we had managed to get out at all, but being retired means that we can usually dodge the worst. We try to take a week away in each of the summer months, so this year was Arran, Mull, Altnaharra, Skye, Orkney and the Lleyn peninsula, resulting in a good haul in each.

We only had one day that was a total write-off: our first day on Mull, when our wooden cottage seemed likely to take off. Between times we had some memorable days, often on Grahams. An Cruachan saw us camping at Iron Lodge: descending we thought we spotted a Jacobite re-enactment for TV with General Wade's army marching through the glen, banners unfurled, but it turned out to be Bavarian girl scouts in ankle-length skirts hauling huge rucksacks and followed, at a discreet distance, by their priest.

In March we had wonderful weather for our ascent of Beinn Eoin and in August exhausted ourselves with a two-for-the-price-of-three ascent of Beinn Gaire and Croit Bheinn, when the most plausible return seemed to be climbing back the way we had come. It turned out that we were extremely lucky to get a lift to Scalpay since the boatman who took us fell ill while we were there, and his friend had to collect us. It was our only minor island trip of 2012 since Ailsa Craig fell through due to adverse wind conditions.

We had intended to climb a Marilyn at least for our golden wedding, but some of the party came with virtual sick-notes, so we could only manage Drumcarrow Crag. I do not know how that counts towards my resolution to get at least one grandchild up at least one mountain - three up a mini mountain.

Margaret Squires and family on Drumcarrow Crag

Margaret Squires and family on Drumcarrow Crag

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