An Attempt on Ben Starav - 30th December 2007
The last hillwalk of the year was a bit of a slow burner. After a good day's worth of faffing, I headed up to the glen with Speccy driving his new motor. Arriving at 4.30ish, we were overawed by the work done on the fire by Toezi and Herr Vilko. A new, modern bracketing system now holds the copex and outer pipe. A bit smokey inside but hey, the old place wouldn't be the same if we came home smelling of roses.
Herr Vilko announced his intention to donate for the good of mankind and Jannies were featured in pretty much every song played after Nothing Ever Happens. Even Poochy growled along.
A cold night with an even frostier reception in the morning; the evening was clear and star-filled and the day started fresh and Baltic, but the temperature soon rose high enough above freezing to defrost the roads. Speccy and I abandoned our attempt on Beinn Fionnlaidh because we had started later than expected, but about 11.30am headed up the Northern shoulder of Ben Starav to enjoy the snow which was deep and frosted above 600m. We managed to 720m before light stopped play at 2.45pm and we had a picnic of oatcakes and cheese and watched the clouds starting to move in. Some smirry rain followed and we pressed on down, admiring the snow level on the rest of the hills of the glen and the steep slopes of Coire da Choimhid. It was dark when we got back to the car at 4.30pm but we trooped home, satisfied that we hadn't wasted the day.
Herr Vilko announced his intention to donate for the good of mankind and Jannies were featured in pretty much every song played after Nothing Ever Happens. Even Poochy growled along.
A cold night with an even frostier reception in the morning; the evening was clear and star-filled and the day started fresh and Baltic, but the temperature soon rose high enough above freezing to defrost the roads. Speccy and I abandoned our attempt on Beinn Fionnlaidh because we had started later than expected, but about 11.30am headed up the Northern shoulder of Ben Starav to enjoy the snow which was deep and frosted above 600m. We managed to 720m before light stopped play at 2.45pm and we had a picnic of oatcakes and cheese and watched the clouds starting to move in. Some smirry rain followed and we pressed on down, admiring the snow level on the rest of the hills of the glen and the steep slopes of Coire da Choimhid. It was dark when we got back to the car at 4.30pm but we trooped home, satisfied that we hadn't wasted the day.
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