Half a wee Bookil

Ally and I had been kindly invited by some folk we had met before from the 45 Degrees Mountaineering club to one of their club hut weekends.  This one was at the Inbhirfhaolain hut in Glen Etive and so we drove across after our walk up Beinn a Chaorainn / Beinn Teallach.  Driving along through Glencoe is always mesmerising, no matter what the weather.  It is such a dramatic and sensational landscape, your jaw literally cannot fail to drop every time.  In cloud and clag the Highlands can sometimes look bleak and drab, but Glencoe just looks amazing with its huge buttresses and crags of glistening black rock rearing up through the swirling mist, and rivers pouring down the mountainsides like molten silver.  Incredible!  Today though it was sunny and beautiful and I gazed up at the saw teeth of the legendary Aonach Eagach ridge as we drove past.  One day soon…

Then of course the drive down Glen Etive.  Such an incredible glen – it’s little wonder Mr Bond went for a wander there!

The obligatory money shot: Buichaille Etive Mor

The obligatory money shot: Buichaille Etive Mor

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