I’m going back to er, Glen Affric. The route in there that I was supposed to be writing up for the next (or is it the one after?) issue of Trail got replaced by something else I’ve done. It turns out that taking lots of photies and having a HiFi memory is an arse saver. The route that went in is a cracker, a wee bit of accessible wilderness.
And so Glen Affric, Sgurr nan Ceathreamhnan, again. But, the stakes are higher this time and if it goes on its tits it’ll be very cross indeed.
Truth be told, as well as taking a different way into the hill to write up as a Trail Route later in the year, I’m going in with a proper photographer and what we come back with will be the basis of a feature that I’m writing.
I’m both excited and somewhat apprehensive about this, there’s equal chances of me coming out with something good and cocking it up, costing folk time and money for little return. I quite like that pressure though, it’s a little bit of motivation knocking at the door with consequence hidden in its coat pocket.
We’ve got a 10 day window of opportunity to get the two-day trip done, and I like those odds, a plan with “Aye, it’ll be fine, we’ve plenty time…” printed across its dust-jacket. I feel for the photographer though, he lives 270 miles further south than me, the boy’s going to be ruined with the travelling and the 45kg of camera gear on his back.
I’m looking forward to the trip on it’s own merits, it’s a brilliant route in stunning country and I feel like I owe that hill something for not appreciating it enough the last time(s). I’ll be taking my own photies as well and writing all my usual bollocks on here no doubt, the other stuff? Time will tell.