Well then! What a splendid spot we find ourselves in: Upstairs in a cracking little bothy with the stove radiating masses of heat, fed and watered and finishing off the sloe gin.
Today's route had us heaving our heavy packs up the side of the Great Glen (we had loaded them up with the contents of our massive food parcels) with the aid of a map created by the owners of the Great Glen Hostel: What wonderful people they are!
We were suckered into the little ravine right at the top of the climb, exactly as I had been years ago with Mick Coady. Our merry band comprised Phil and me (of course) and JJ, Andy, and Alistair. The three of them had far harder days planned and so had to press on leaving us with sole occupancy of this magnificent establishment.
We had our usual dreadfully late start this morning; not leaving until well after ten, so a whole set of mad dogs and Englishmen were caught out in the midday sun sweltering our way over the peat hags and down into Glen Turret. We really must get out earlier! And we must do so tomorrow morning if we are to get to Laggan (on the Spey) in reasonable order tomorrow.
Today was glorious weather, yet we did not clamber up Creag Meggaidh as planned as the forecast for the next day was pretty crap and this would have meant a high level ridge walk in 'orrid weather. didn't fancy that after the hard start we had given ourselves this year.
The only thing that's missing from this little heaven is a crate of ice cold Peronis...
Have to finish now as I have to break out the sleeping kit, as the fabled early start could finally be on the cards for tomorrow morning...