Near Comrie. Cheers to Dave Hewitt for putting up with my general feartyness and lack of fitness. About 150 feet from the top, having seen both ptarmigan and lots of mountain hare (white in winter!)I had had enough. Warbeck’s very nice crampons didn’t stay on, and I was running out of energy.
The weather closed in, and the circuitous route down, across very icy snow and sometimes in whiteout conditions, was pretty scary for someone like me, who had never been on the hills in winter. Using an ice axe in earnest was a novel experience. The trudge through deep, porridge-y snow to get back onto the path was hard but, as usual, it felt great to have (mostly) been up a hill. Afterwards. Many thanks to Dave and Tessa for their kindness and hospitality.
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