As I reached the summit ridge my jaw dropped, the whole of the Northern Highlands were laid out in front of me. To the east was the snowy bulk of Ben Wyvis, then the Fannichs with its rollercoaster ridges. Far to the north-west I could make out the Fisherfield hills, the rocky bastion of Slioch being an impressive sight. Liathach in Torridon blocked out any further views to the west. However seeing Ben Wyvis and Liathach with one turn of the head is not bad going.
I turned to the south and gazed out towards the Strathfarrar Munros but my attention was caught by Meallan nan Uan. Steep and rocky and plastered with snow it was blocking the way back to the car. My mind started to drift to my ice axe and crampons which were not in my rucksack…….
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