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Alison on the Five Sisters - Fiona C
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Meet Report
1st to 3rd September 2002 - 12 Get High In Skye...
Over the glorious long weekend, it is fair to say that the EMC have must
ambled, scrambled and rock-climbed virtually every inch of the Cuillin ridge
(and some of the Trotternish ridge) between us in varying parties. Saturday
seemed to be the whole of the Scottish summer rolled into one day. This did
catch a few out in terms of carrying enough water or sun lotion, but no-one was
going to complain after a day of clear blue skies with views for miles around.
Bill must have done some seat-of-the-pants scrambling on Sgurr Dubh Mor though,
leaving the rest of his group fearful of exposure for the remainder of the day.
Some needle and thread in the evening however and Bill's shorts lived to see
another day!
In the evening, rather than going to the pub, the pub came to us with
lashings of beer being ferried in from the Old Inn next door. This
enabled us to share tales of our adventures in the hostel, and when
these ran out Kenny put the justice system to rights and we all decided
that the 'Scotland Today' news team were rubbish ('allegedly' - Ed)!
Don't ask me why ... Meanwhile Keith-Arthur-Daly-Bevan wandered the
hostel doing a roaring trade selling cheap bridge tickets!
On the Sunday it was a game of two halves, quite literally. We set
off on a more typical Scottish summer's day; thick mist and a chilling
dampness in the air. Once above 2000 feet however we were above a cloud
inversion and Costa del Cuillin returned. Bare legs, bare chests and
lashings of sun lotion were out again as we all lounged around at the
top as if it was a perfectly normal thing to be doing in Skye in September.
Whilst we didn't relish descending down into the mist again, we were at
least delighted by the Brockenspectres that accompanied us.
Of his day with Alan on Sgurr na Banachdich et al, Martin beamed
'it was the sort of day you wait a life time for'. Of their
lower level walk in the clag on the Trotternish, Lesley, Owen and
Richard said 'Hrumph...'.
After a night in the pub (a return match was due), everyone got up
on Monday to much more gray and drizzly weather. No doubt some took
an airing in the hills on the way home, but certainly everyone went
home with their own highlights of a spectacular weekend!
Nicola