The annual flog up to Scotland has been A Thing for rather a long time. It usually rains. There’s always at least one major disaster (power cuts, people getting avalanched, the time I ended up effecting car repairs with an ice axe in the middle of nowhere …), we end up eating and drinking far too much, and not enough gets done on the hill. But it’s a fun gathering of friends, which is why I keep doing it.

So, 2016 rolls around. A change of location, Cairngorms this year. Invest in big pile of maps to cover the new area, shell out for new crampons (in the optimistic hope that it might be cold enough for some of the rain to be solid), dig out the axe I bought for last year and never got to use, pack waterproofs, spare waterproofs, waterproof drybags, waterproof phone case, waterproofing boot goo …. Can you sense a theme developing here?
And then we actually arrive in Aviemore, and there’s one thing almost everyone forgot to bring.

Sunscreen.

Yes, sunscreen. In Scotland in February. No word of a lie, the weather was glorious. Lovely and sunny, light winds, crunchy snow underfoot, fantastic views. Four good hill days out of four, coming down for dinner with a big silly grin each time. The weather doesn’t come right like this very often, but when it does, it does it in style.

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Looking into Coire an t-Sneachda

Selfie

Selfie

Arty snow-throwing shot

Arty snow-throwing shot

Happy days. ::o)

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