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Manchester Indoor Ice Wall
Friday 1st December at 8:30am
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Ballachulish – The Meat Report
In brief: Uneventful journey up, comfy hut, great weather with plenty of snow on the Saturday, delicious food (though I say so myself), spacious pub, another dry if not clear day on Sunday, more fun excursions on mountains, early start for home, slowed down by rubbish weather – but absolutely no minibus adventures (unless you were one of the three driving through that wind and rain!). That last was a bit of a disappointment.
Saturday saw Steve, Gerard, Gemma, Jack and Me (Nell) head off to tackle Gerards all time top favourite mountain: Mullach nan Coirean* (and Stob Ban). Gerard bravely ploughed through the snow ahead of us all the way to the first summit causing many of us to wonder just where he found the energy. On the bus back to the hut Gerard informed us that he needed “a regular injection of meat” into his system to power him up. It transpired he was talking about kebabs but not before some fairly hideous mental images had etched themselves into our memories. At the top of Mullach we met a serious bagger who was also a dog, proving yet again that key qualities for baggers include brute strength and a limited intellectual capacity.
It was still beautifully clear so we had fantastic views as we proceeded along the ridge towards Stob Ban. The weather came in later on as we made a slowish but steady descent, punctuated by little cries of “Bollocks!” from me every time I fell over (which happened quite a bit). Despite a few verticality issues this was an excellent day.
Damian and Chris set off to do something scary looking on Ben Nevis (Tower Ridge) involving lots of rope.
Climbing CMD seemed to knacker people out and Martin was determined not to go anywhere near the ridge after seeing it (there was not enough time apparently...), but they soon revived once they saw the incredibly amazing dinner that someone had prepared. And then we went to the pub.
On Sunday Martin, Chris and Thomas went off to climb Sgorr Dhonuill and Sgorr Dearg. Damian, Vince, Jack, Cat, Fabian, Christie and Gemma went off to do something hardcore in Glencoe (Creise and Meall a' Bhuiridh) and Steve took Gerard into Fort William to inject him with meat**. Joe and I went off to do a speed bimble in the forest south of Ballachulish on tracks which were an “absolute nightmare” according to Fabian (who later complained that washing up was hurting his back – hardcore my arse) and 3m wide fire roads to everyone else. Underwhelmed by the challenges of the terrain I managed to complete my first ever sub six minute mile (please ignore the fact that this was downhill). By 10:30 we were sitting in the Ballachulish hotel thinking about how cold and tired everyone else must be.
*Apparently he's even considering it as a honeymoon destination if/when he manages to convince some kind of woman/animal/other to marry him.