tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57518722012462885392024-03-19T03:30:15.128+00:00Munro Round 2010Stephen Pyke's round of Scottish MunrosChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07603180830781000928noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751872201246288539.post-90023945690711349352010-07-09T14:59:00.003+01:002010-07-09T15:06:30.607+01:00Some thanks...I couldn’t start this brief round-up anywhere else other than to thank JC, my road support for the full six weeks, what a fantastic effort in so many ways – too many to list here - but suffice at this stage to say that the round just wouldn’t have happened without him. I am also indebted to a huge number of other people who contributed in various ways, again too many to list here. Two I must thank though are Sam and her brother Ian who enthusiastically took on the task of converting me from an incompetent novice paddler into a slightly more competent one with some unexpectedly exciting training paddles – duelling with swans being the highlight - on the canals and rivers around Stafford. They also made the long trek North with kayaks strapped to the roof of Ian’s Land Rover for the out-and-back crossing of Loch Lomond. The Tait family also deserve special mention, their hospitality in Strontian got the round off to the best of starts and subsequent deliveries of home-baked bread and cakes were a real treat (what I got to see of them that JC hadn’t intercepted).<br /><br />A great many people came out to accompany me on the hills. This included some of my regular hill-running friends for some big days out throughout the course of the round. But it was also great to introduce some friends to the Highlands with five breaking their Munro ducks – they’ve all vowed to be back. In total I had company on 140 of the 283 Munros. I was also lucky that a number of friends also saw this as a great opportunity to get some cycle training in on the great open roads of the Highlands so on many of the longer road sections I was able to tuck in behind and avoid the worst of the wind.<br /><br />The blog was set up (I’ve got Chris Upson to thank for providing the IT nous) to keep family and friends up-to-date with what was going on. The idea had been that I would update the blog in tandem with JC but this immediately went out of the window. The evening routine soon became chat and de-brief on the day with JC as I gradually worked my way through the mountain of food that he’d prepared for me, followed by more food and discussion and plans for the following day. I found I had little time – I was rarely back at the van before 8pm and often after 10pm - and even less energy for updating the blog. This left the task of adding updates and finding a mobile signal for internet connection to JC. From all the reports I’ve had, he clearly did an excellent job of this. It was also interesting to see the growing number of visitors to the site as the weeks progressed although I’m not sure how many of these were repeat visits as it seems that for quite a number of people this was the morning routine on arriving at work.<br /><br />I was touched and inspired by the many messages of support both from friends and also from total strangers. The thought of all these people following what was going on brought a smile to my face and spurred me on at various times during the tougher moments on the hill. So thank you all and I’m glad JC and I were able to keep you entertained.<br /><br />I was also surprised to get recognised by total strangers – most notably on the top of Sgorr na h’Ulaidh in Glencoe where three guys arrived at the summit with one of them loudly proclaiming to his mates that it was me and then making sure everyone else enjoying their quiet Sunday afternoon were aware of who I was. We had a good chat but I must apologise I didn’t make a note of their names – if you read this guys get in touch as I owe you a beer because the Snickers bar you gave me was a life-saver as I ran out of steam on Beinn Fhionnlaidh later in the day.<br /><br />For the statistically minded, I’m afraid you’ll have to wait a bit longer for the various numbers on distance covered and height gained. Working this out is proving a fairly laborious process using Memory Map since I didn’t carry a GPS, unless anyone has a better suggestion. But one or two stats for the time being...<br />Bike distance on tarmac (mostly road bike but some short stretches on MTB): 1297km (I estimate another 80km was on tracks)<br />I climbed ten or more Munros on eleven of the forty days, with three 12-Munro days, three 11-Munro days and five 10-Munro days.<br />The fewest Munros climbed was one on the day when I cycled over to the Isle of Skye and went up Bla Bheinn before descending west (route courtesy of Yiannis Tridimas) for a glorious walk out through Glen Sligachan to the Sligachan Hotel (one of many highlights of the trip).<br /><br />Some of the highlights of the early days of the round...<br /><br />After the first week, which had mostly been accompanied by a mixture of grey, low cloud, drizzle and snow showers, I was joined by Digby Harris and Mike Nelson at Corrour Bothy in the heart of the Cairngorms ready for a big day out to try to complete the remaining ten central and eastern Cairngorm Munros. Getting up early on Sunday morning there was a hard frost on the ground and the wind direction had changed to a bitingly cold Northerly. This gave a wind chill well below minus 10°C and conditions ideal for ski touring (initial concerns that we hadn’t brought ice axes or crampons were unfounded) but the skies remained clear as we trudged round the vast arctic wilderness.<br /><br />A week later we had an equally big day out that took in 12 Munros, which started with Schiehallion before heading South over the Glen Lyons hills and finishing with an East-West traverse of the Ben Lawers hills. This time the weather, which had started with freezing clag on Schiehallion got better and better as the day progressed and we had a magical evening in bright sunshine as we crossed the Lawers group. The views stretched for miles in all directions allowing us to pick out the various peaks we had climbed in the previous few days from the Cairngorms south.<br /><br />I always seem to get lucky with traverses of the Mamores. On earlier Ramsay and Tranters rounds I have been blessed with bright evening sunshine and beautiful sunsets over Ardgour to the west. My East-West traverse on this round was no exception to this rule and despite increasing fatigue as I climbed Sgurr A’Mhaim and onwards to Stob Ban I felt that in conditions like this there was nowhere else I’d rather be.<br /><br />Further highlights, thoughts and stats to follow.Spykehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08875698859247492980noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751872201246288539.post-66452213474461405082010-06-04T09:55:00.007+01:002010-06-14T23:38:22.808+01:00Day 40 - Ben Klibreck and Ben Hope<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGkwimkIxhyphenhyphenesRjAFlLa-mZaCDIYBkR7jzF4fVI16IgKHKwbzIIXK6h9gTf7HDWMSF0xlp4Ei9x5kpQmywciAzBUkhpy-ESgvRONeYHkJsrDuaFRwrNDX4fp4jqSxyLxllOZ3tPMhBywA/s1600/030.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGkwimkIxhyphenhyphenesRjAFlLa-mZaCDIYBkR7jzF4fVI16IgKHKwbzIIXK6h9gTf7HDWMSF0xlp4Ei9x5kpQmywciAzBUkhpy-ESgvRONeYHkJsrDuaFRwrNDX4fp4jqSxyLxllOZ3tPMhBywA/s320/030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482761900808649602" /></a><br />Tim Laney writes : the final day began with a climb up the western slopes of Ben Klibreck through a lot of tussocky grass and heather of the kind familiar to most mountain marathoners. The ridge cleared as we reached it, and the summit gave stunning views of the surrounding country. Back to the road to find a reception committee from the Angry Corrie and the JMT, along with more of Spyke's friends and supporters. JBC produced the last of many plates of sandwiches manufactured during the round, before packing Spyke off on the 15 mile cycle to the foot of Ben Hope. The final climb was taken in bright sunlight to a busy summit.<br />Spyke touched the trig point at 3:06pm to complete the round of 283 Munros in 39 days, 9 hours and 6 minutes.<br />A number of glasses of champagne were taken by the company to celebrate his great achievement, and a parcel from previous record holder, Charlie Campbell, containing a bottle of Singleton's Malt Whisky found buried in the summit cairn was discovered. As Charlie wrote <i>"What can I say but awesome! Many, many congratulations on setting such a fantastic record. Savour the moment, as the Munro memories will last for ever...it takes a singular determination and character to see an enterprise like this through to a successful ending, and you have done that"</i>.jbcrunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09933681442167070438noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751872201246288539.post-15521981598538592722010-06-04T09:46:00.002+01:002010-06-04T09:54:40.121+01:00Day 39 - Conival and Ben Mor AssyntTim Laney writes : After a short night's sleep Spyke and Tom set off for the long ride north to Inchnadamph, pausing for a refuelling stop at the Elphin tearooms. Inchnadamph was wet and windy, with low cloud. Spyke headed off up the hill with a group of six supporters. The waterfall on the crest of the ridge was going in reverse in the high wind, which became ever more gusty up on the tops, resulting in several members of the party losing their footing on the wet quartzite. Spyke and Tom took in Ben Mor Assynt and returned to the Inchnadamph car park for a tea break before another long bike ride - 50 miles this time - around to Altnaharra for a well deserved supper and rest.jbcrunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09933681442167070438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751872201246288539.post-15493649582880053162010-06-04T09:34:00.002+01:002010-06-04T09:44:26.729+01:00Day 38 - Fionn Beinn, Ben Wyvis and the Beinn Dearg GroupTim Laney writes : Spyke set off for a brisk stroll up Fionn Beinn with Pam Nix, before returning to the road for a pedal around to the Wyvis car park. Then a sociable walk up onto Ben Wyvis with the largest group of supporters yet, with JB attaining his 4th Munro of the trip. After a pasta meal back at the van, he cycled up the road to the head of Loch Glascarnoch, where he set off across the bogs at a brisk trot accompanied by Tom Brunt and Tim Laney. The traverse of the Beinn Dearg peaks took another 8 hours, through some amazing scenery. We stopped briefly on the final peak for the day, Seana Braigh, to admire the 500 metre cliffs of the northern corries, before a long jog back to the road at Inverlael, emerging onto the road at 12.45. Spyke's longest day yet, but another 8 munros added to the list, and only four to go!jbcrunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09933681442167070438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751872201246288539.post-24319912280565462972010-06-01T17:39:00.003+01:002010-06-01T18:04:09.065+01:00Day 37 E Fisherfield and the FanniachsAnother summery type day, Pam and JC take in bikes then climb An Coileachan, see an Eagle, a mum Ptarmigan with chicks, lots of frogs, Ben and Amy arrive, Oh and Spyke climbed some hills!!!<div>Sorry the sun is going to my head, Tom, Pam and Andy Skelhorn, who had been tracking us for a couple of days, come away from Shevanal with all the spare kit meet up with JC at Collieharries.</div><div>Andy leaves after the brief stay, Tom sets off for the shops, and a mega bike ride, JC and Pam on their nature trail/munro bag.</div><div>At the sharp end of the event Spyke and Tim leave the bothy just after 07.00 to take on the huge route which includes the 3 Eastern Fisherfields then all the Fanniachs from West to East, descending off An Coileachan collect the mountain bikes, cycle out to Grudie, it is just after 21.00 Spyke jumps on the road bike, pedals for about 25 minutes down to Achnasheen to stay in the bunkhouse. </div>jbcrunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09933681442167070438noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751872201246288539.post-51970353645320485912010-06-01T17:19:00.003+01:002010-06-01T17:38:00.299+01:00Day36 Fisherfield to Shevanal BothyEarly start from the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">carpark</span> campsite, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Spyke</span> bikes to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Kinlochewe</span>, then sets of at 09.15 for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Slioch</span> with Ian, and Steve Watts, they both return from that summit. Ian has work commitments, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Steves</span>' ankle has become increasingly painful so he regretfully decides to return home, a great shame after his heroic showing on the Cullin Ridge.<div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Spyke</span> continues through the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Fisherfield</span> and An <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Teallach</span> group, Tom has dropped provisions at the bothy, then meets up with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Spyke</span> for the final five tops before they drop into <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Shenaval</span> at about 21.30.</div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">JC</span> meanwhile has picked up Tim and Pam from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Inverness</span> Airport following their flight from Bristol, they are whisked off to the closest entry point, have a quick repack and make their way into <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Shenaval</span> with extra kit for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Spyke</span>. </div><div>Following a cloudy start the weather has at last taken a turn for the better, it is a truly wonderful evening both for the bothy group, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">JC</span> on a great <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">lochside</span> campsite</div>jbcrunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09933681442167070438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751872201246288539.post-64655161299362586972010-05-30T10:26:00.003+01:002010-05-30T11:07:24.148+01:00Day 35 TorridonSomewhat tardy start this morning despite having breakfast provided by Steve, the hostel warden, the change in routine seems to make everything more difficult to find, are we actually excepting living in a big tin box as the norm?,Oh dear!!!<div>A huge thanks for the cheery welcome, and support from Steve and the hostel manager Mat, they make a great team, they are outdoor people so are aware of what <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Spyke</span> was about, no need for the usual explanations about the round.</div><div>Yesterdays rain persisted into this morning and would fall through-out the day, together with sporadic low cloud not a great day to be traversing miles of loose slippy boulders.</div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Spyke</span> cycled through <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Torridon</span> village, then with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Swatts</span> as company set about the awesome threesome which make up the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Torridons</span>, there being some consolation, six <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">munros</span> are the reward for traverse.</div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Swatts</span> returned to the van after completing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Beinn</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Alligan</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Liathach</span>, his troublesome ankle looking really swollen and painful, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Spyke</span> soldiered on over <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Bheinn</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Eighe</span>, with his now reliable burst of energy later in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">day, arriving</span> at the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">carpark</span> about 21.00.</div><div>Tom Brunt, and Ian Dark Peak(I just know that's not his proper name) had turned up during the afternoon, so there is much discussion on the best way to tackle the next two days in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Fisherfield</span> and the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Fanniachs</span>. Tom was happy to leave for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Dundonnel</span> spend the night there, then haul overnight gear into <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Shenavall</span> bothy to meet <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Spyke</span> on the route around lunchtime, that done, we settle down for an early night in yet <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">another</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">carpark</span>. </div><div>ps My cuckoo thing is still on a streak, heard at least three today, also saw what I think was a Red Kite whilst on a 50 miles round trip to the shops.</div>jbcrunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09933681442167070438noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751872201246288539.post-26233708929616482052010-05-29T14:19:00.002+01:002010-05-29T14:33:50.461+01:00Day 34 AchnashellachSpyke departs, from a somewhat gloomy campsite(car park) on his mountain bike for the lengthy haul up the forestry road in Allt a' Chonais, to do out and back ascents, of Moruisg and Maolie Lunndaith. He returns down the track and cycles on to Achnashallach station, then following a change, and refuel he sets off for Torridon over the three Coulin tops, todays showers have joined together to give persistant rain, making conditions on the rocky, boulder strewn slopes extremely tricky. JC is fortunate enough to obtain beds in the hostel, where a bedraggled hero arrives about 22.00, as he is devouring a mega meal Steve Watts turns up having fought his way through the traffic from Manchester. No pics again today, just draw yourselves a grey mountain with grey sky and grey rain Hey presto Torridon tonight!!!jbcrunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09933681442167070438noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751872201246288539.post-38876644475856437102010-05-28T10:45:00.002+01:002010-05-28T10:57:59.553+01:00Day 33 Loch MonarThe cold showery weather continues, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Spyke</span> leaves our campsite in glorious Glen <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Strathfarrar</span> at 08.30, he struggles to find a river crossing initially, the ford is in spate and the bridge labelled, closed and dangerous, the bridge it is!! It was a struggle to get his legs going but soon found his rhythm, he saw more people around today despite heavy snow showers, chatting to a pair of walkers he had met previously in Glen <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Afric</span>. Also spotted some stud marks which may have been <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">IanDarkPeak</span> who is in the area.<div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">JC</span> collected the mountain bike then lingered in the glen until lunchtime, the Lady of the Gate was charming now, and sensible enough to question <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Spykes</span>' sanity, a lengthy drive to Craig where <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Spyke</span> arrived at 22.00 with another eight tops under his belt.</div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Marmite</span> savoury mince tonight, just how lucky can one guy get!!!!</div></div>jbcrunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09933681442167070438noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751872201246288539.post-83903190226601309352010-05-27T16:49:00.003+01:002010-05-27T17:17:56.652+01:00Day 32 Afric to StrathfarrarYet again the weather is decidedly chilly, a biting Northerly makes it uncomfortable in the glens, much more so on the tops, occassional showers in the morning, some sun then heavy downpours in the evening, which Spyke reports as near blizzard conditions above 800 metres.<div>Away from the Youth Hostel at about 08.15, Spyke set about the remaining Glen Afric tops, he is met by Rob Woodall (King of the tops baggers) who accompanies him over the last couple of summits, and down to Mullardoch Dam to meet JC, time is now 16.15. After refuelling he sets off on his bike for Glen Strathfarrar, access here might be a problem, as there is a locked gate, sure enough Rob and JC are let in but warned they must be out by 19.00. It is going to be tight, JC gets stuck into the culinary treats for tea, while Rob gathers together camping gear so we can leave him in the Glen. It is 10 minutes to seven I move the van slowly back down the glen(the lady of the gate was pretty scary), Spyke hoves into view, I start to fill him in on the whereabouts of his gear," don't worry about that, the gate lady is fine she will make an exception for me" Pyke charm works again!!!</div><div>Rob hares off to do some "trig" bagging on Orkney, Spyke goes off to do the four tops North of the Glen, and I spend the evening making butties in the glorious isolation of Glen Strahfarrar. Spyke returns at 23.10 reporting a layer of fresh snow and an Eagle sighting.</div>jbcrunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09933681442167070438noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751872201246288539.post-67590278680236048072010-05-27T16:26:00.004+01:002010-05-27T16:48:52.426+01:00Day 31 Cluanie to AfricA freewheel from the Cluanie to the start of the Kintail route, in the company of Mandy,Martin and Phil they hit the path at 08.30, Phil goes to the first top then heads towards Tobermory for his 10 days whale watching. Mandy and Martin continue with Spyke for the first three Sisters then continue along to take in the non-munro tops, Spyke heads towards Bheinn Fhadda and another 3 summits before dropping into the Alltbeithe Youth Hostel at 22.00, JC having delivered the overnight gear, following a yomp in from Glen Shiel, pleasant but a long way for an old fella,!!!<div><br /></div><div>Anecdote time.... Towards the end of the Cuillin Ridge, Swatts glances over his shoulder, " hey up theres' a glider" startled Neil and Spyke look around "err no Steve thats a Golden Eagle". The excuse " I haven't got my glasses" This from the guy who has lead them over the Inn Pin and the remainder of the ridge, it's a worry!!!</div>jbcrunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09933681442167070438noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751872201246288539.post-87487715580758249302010-05-25T21:42:00.003+01:002010-05-25T22:34:00.037+01:00Day 30 Return to the Cluanie<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSHMaJFWgOO1z3eIqMpn6bxfKzTkgk4LOq2VtYblj40HWDRkm4fgZEQgSYvQci9lt8hSrDhx6MQHepkwXrPZ68kYYiFB0ZVLtKMKUSGnJhZt4Wga5d9RsiclFzjHnkonJ-Ktnt0JQIbfc/s1600/048.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSHMaJFWgOO1z3eIqMpn6bxfKzTkgk4LOq2VtYblj40HWDRkm4fgZEQgSYvQci9lt8hSrDhx6MQHepkwXrPZ68kYYiFB0ZVLtKMKUSGnJhZt4Wga5d9RsiclFzjHnkonJ-Ktnt0JQIbfc/s200/048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475323672626958322" /></a><br />It's 8 30, with Steve Watts as pacemaker Spyke heads back to the mainland, Neil relays the pacing duties so they make good time up Glen Shiel to the foot of Carn Ghluasaid, but what excitement at the van when they arrive!!!!!<div>We have a visitor, a sprightly grey beard had walked up to the van asking which one of you is Spyke, a bit of feet shuffling then "well none of us he is peddling his way from Skye." Thats a shame I am Hamish Brown I did the first continuous round" says our visitor, at just that moment Spyke arrives, nicely covering the fact that none of his support crew had recognised, the most famous, and as it turned out very genial munro rounder. Spyke and the great man share a few thoughts, handshakes, some pictures, Hamish makes a quiet exit ,then we are left to fill Spyke with scoff, and swap Hamish Brown stories. By now everybody thought it was him but didn't say so!! huh!</div><div>Back to reality, Spyke sets off with Phil as company for his first three tops, he then continues alone collecting the hills at the top of Glen Shiel finishing at 20.50 near the Cluanie Inn, it is after food serving time but the staff kindly keep open, and Spyke wraps himself around a Venison Casserole for the second time this week.</div><div>We are met here by Mandy and Martin Calvert who are on a break in Fort William we make arrangements to meet in the morning so they can accompany Spyke into the Sisters and Brothers Kintail.</div><div>Then we get to camp in the Cluanie carpark with the "sweet" stink of dead dear wafting through the van, well makes a change from socks and other perfumes, those who know Spyke well will know what I mean!!!</div>jbcrunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09933681442167070438noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751872201246288539.post-17955510562974807432010-05-24T14:46:00.004+01:002010-05-24T16:01:02.729+01:00Day 29 The Cuillin Ridge<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV1j6AXVPZxXvS_cOgmFYUFkTuDsmVvIpFIlb4Ziof1kIyEqVnYiGkB508CZf8NhQVmW-rrtV-J1XZ5VihE9Xt3aO24xCE_2IIA97HWdn6rne7VQiiJpRZ9DilL8znM1X95Bjunx33Fl4/s1600/032.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV1j6AXVPZxXvS_cOgmFYUFkTuDsmVvIpFIlb4Ziof1kIyEqVnYiGkB508CZf8NhQVmW-rrtV-J1XZ5VihE9Xt3aO24xCE_2IIA97HWdn6rne7VQiiJpRZ9DilL8znM1X95Bjunx33Fl4/s200/032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474851097616241970" /></a><br />Spot on 06.00 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Spyke</span>, and Neil King leave the Glen Brittle campsite to take on one of the most daunting challenges in an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">itinary</span> of big challenges. This is a day when the tough guys toe the plate, Neil who agreed at short notice to accompany <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Spyke</span> across the ridge, following Steve Watts ankle injury. Steve has come up with Neil, fortified by tape and painkillers he walks up to the "In Pin" leads the climb, then decides to finish the remainder of the route with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Spyke</span> and Neil. A triumph for guts and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Ibrufen</span>!!<div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">JC</span> and Al walked in with Steve, Al left early as he had to catch a flight from Glasgow late that afternoon, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Spyke</span> has some great mates, Al had flown from Brighton to Glasgow, hired a car then tracked us down in order to spend a very few hours with him. After delivering water to the troops, and taking some pics of the In Pin ascent, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">JC</span> returned to the van enjoying the brief spell of sunshine this made quite a change from the low cloud, and wind which was around for the first part of the traverse.</div><div>Phil Cheek yet another <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Macc</span> Harrier met me at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Sligachan</span>, he is on his way to a whale watch around the Scottish Isles breaking his journey by calling in to offer help where required he was soon roped in to take Neil to Glen Brittle to retrieve his car.</div><div>It was to prove a longish wait, they had hoped to be down in time to eat in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Sligachan</span> Hotel, unfortunately for them it was 21.30 when they arrived so were "treated" to heaping plates of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">JC</span> special leftovers sauce with pasta. I am writing this the following day and they have all survived, a victory for culinary ingenuity I think!!</div>jbcrunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09933681442167070438noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751872201246288539.post-58895603748540417482010-05-23T18:00:00.004+01:002010-05-24T15:19:18.363+01:00Day 28 Over the sea to SkyeA misty damp morning, Jim and Nigel say farewell and head for home turf, Steve Parker is to continue his pacing duties and accompanies <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Spyke</span>, across the bridge as far as the John Muir <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">carpark</span> at the the foot of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Blaven</span>. Somewhat reluctantly Steve wishes us well , sets off to bike back to Glen <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Shiel</span> then drive home to Stone, a big thank you to the three <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">SMM</span> guys who came up and gave <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Spyke</span> much valued support.<div>He now set about traversing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Blaven</span> dropping down at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Sligachen</span> around 18.00, then the mainly downhill cycle ride to Glen Brittle campsite where A<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">l</span> joined us for supper. We all have an early night as it is a 06.00 start tomorrow for the crossing of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Cuillin</span> Ridge. Watch this space!! apologies for lack of pics', but they take an age to upload using the mobile attachment I will make a big effort to get some on soon. </div><div>Steve Watts and Neil King arrive following a breakneck journey from Cheshire, apparently after midnight but we didn't hear them, this challenge encourages deep sleep!! </div>jbcrunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09933681442167070438noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751872201246288539.post-21901420017756505462010-05-22T14:36:00.003+01:002010-05-22T16:23:35.387+01:00Day 27 Bike rides, Beinn Sgritheall and moreA warm muggy morning saw the "peleton" leave Glen Shiel campsite at 09.25, Spyke with Nigel,Jim and at the front super" domestique" Steve Parker heading for the vertical tarmac of the Ratagan Pass. You know when Spyke admits he is not looking forward to something that it must be pretty grim, this was a certainly the case at Ratagan as bodies, and machines ground to walking pace on the road even Parker was reduced to walking. All good( for those of us watching) things come to an end, following a few more undulations, the foot of yet more vertical land was reached, this time the surface was a grotty mix of grass, heather, boulders and bog a typical Spyke route. In a moment of madness I decided to accompany Al up the slope. Al struggled with the awful going, our hero legged it into the clouds, yours truly gave up about two thirds of the way and returned to the van, but I was not alone!!! more later.<div>The cyclists had been entertained at the local tea shop by the charismatic provider of sustanence, Jim and Nigel returned to Glen Shiel, leaving Steve P. with the pacing duties back to the foot of The Saddle. This was reached at 16.00 and Spyke "nipped" off to complete the South side of Cluanie by 20.15, a quick bike ride then off to join the gang in the pub for food and a half pint.</div><div>Here Spyke demonstrated his versatility entertaining a group of somewhat awestruck walkers with understated tales of the trip so far, we were back in the van when he said" I think I have a tick", then started the game of "tick pick". I am pretty sure I have removed most of the little buggars, but our hero could be carrying a couple of unwanted passengers to the top of Bla Bheinn as I write.</div>jbcrunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09933681442167070438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751872201246288539.post-32318665997857906232010-05-21T17:41:00.003+01:002010-05-21T22:35:14.364+01:00Day 26 Oichy to Glen Shiel.Hi all, firstly I must make good on an omission from yesterday, despite the fact that we arrived in the middle of the night and overstayed next morning, Jen and Matt at Invergarry bunkhouse were as welcoming as possible, a truly great facility for us "types" staying in this area, thanks guys!! <div>Spyke and Steve Parker left the campsite at 09.40 to drop a few klicks, on the road, to the up and back climb of Squirl Mhaoroch. Steve P completed his second ever Munro at 13.30, then biked with Spyke to the start of the climb to Gleoraich. Here our man was to set off solo, to cross Spidean Mialech, then onwards to Greag a Mhain along six more tops of the South Clunie ridge, before dropping to the road at Glen Shiel Battlefield, then bike down to Glen Shiel campsite. Another late supper hey its working so lets go with it.</div><div>While all this was going on Nigel and Jim returned to Barrisdale Bay campsite to retrieve Spykes' camping kit, unfortunately it was nowhere to be found. I cannot imagine it being stolen from such a remote location, so if anyone out there has any information about a full camping kit that was left at Barrisdale on the morning of the 19th May please give me a call on 07736245468.</div><div>As I sit in the van writing this, I am being almost deafened by a Cuckoo there appears to be one in every Scottish Glen this year, more than I can remember mind you thats not saying a great deal</div>jbcrunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09933681442167070438noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751872201246288539.post-57036874648751000122010-05-20T17:59:00.002+01:002010-05-20T18:19:35.127+01:00Day 25 Knoydart.There were apparently several questioning looks when our hero laid out his intentions for this bit, however he stuck to the plan and survived!! He left Barrisdale at about 08.30 setting off in damp conditions with low cloud over the whole area, Ladhar Bheinn proved somewhat problematic where he almost became cragfast, this was to be repeated later on Luinne Bheinn. Spyke topped Gairich at 21.48 hrs arriving at our campsite by the Loch Quioch dam at 00.35hrs, a huge day,but he proved that his plan could work. <div>While Spyke was doing all the "tuf stuff" the Stone contingent which now included Steve Parker were building bonfires, and having a cracking evening Nigel providing a splendid curry(shame the star didn't turn up before they all went to bed).</div><div>He is in to the last hundred yet another significant milestone passed, all we need now is some sleep plzzzzzzz!!</div>jbcrunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09933681442167070438noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751872201246288539.post-21302541610136670782010-05-18T11:14:00.004+01:002010-05-21T18:14:52.478+01:00Day 24 Off to the NorthWow! the highland Spring has finally sprung, following a great sunny afternoon, and pleasant, still evening yesterday,it was a pleasure to be up and about at 07.00 today (even for me Sam). A rather more leisurely start saw Spyke away from the camp at 08.20 for the bike ride to Drumsalie, on the A820. Then a change to his MTB for the trip in to pick up Guilvan, this was originally scheduled for the first day, but he omitted it after being assured by Chris that it could be picked off fairly easily as he started North.<div>Update on todays mixed bag later, Nigel Brawn and Jim Holland are due to visit this afternoon, so I might go for a little bike ride in the sun before they arrive.<br />Spyke returned to the van at 14.10 for the bike ride to Clunes on the West side of Loch Lochy, back to foot power for the middle bit of his trip over the two Glengarry Forest tops, then down to the hidden MTB, along to Killfinnan, a quick swap to his road machine for the ride down the longest cul de sac ever, that is the road to Kinloch Hourn. He was there for 23.00 had a last bite to eat and set off for the midnight walk to Barridale Bay.</div><div>Jim and Nigel had arrived mid afternoon, and were persuaded that a little trot to Barridale Bay with Spykes' camping kit would get them nicely into the swing of Munro support. Some five and a half hours later they returned "its farther than it looks on the map" and "a stroll along the shore it aint" are two of the printable comments, when they returned to Invergarry bunkhouse at 01.30hrs. Booking into the bunkhouse had seemed a good idea, but we had not made allowance for the 22 miles of undulating tarmac hell that takes you to Kinloch Hourn</div>jbcrunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09933681442167070438noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751872201246288539.post-73448785499394110252010-05-17T13:15:00.003+01:002010-05-18T11:07:03.462+01:00Day 23 Ballachullish and the Mamores.Early start today left Invercoe campsite at 07.15 to cycle to South Ballachullish, on the hill at 07.40 then completed both Sgorr Dhonuill and Sgorr Dhearg, and on his bike towards Kinlochleven by 11.20 arriving at 12.10, he left for the Mamores at 12.35. Whilst in Kinlochleven he received a bit of worrying news, his regular running partner Steve Watts has damaged an ankle, and may not be fit to complete the Skye section with Spyke as planned. Anyone out there with the skills, knowledge and time next weekend(weather permitting) to take on the Cuillins with Spyke please contact 07736245468. I will update you on his progress through the Mamores tomorrow, meanwhile I have some home made bread to taste(ho ho).<div>Spyke completed the long drag up to Sgurr Eilde Mor by b14.35, then set off along familiar Ramsey Round territory that is the Mamores Ridge, arriving at Mulloch nan Coiran at 21.25, then down through some grotty forestry to the van in Glen Nevis, for some more yummy JC stew!!!</div>jbcrunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09933681442167070438noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751872201246288539.post-76516528630536155632010-05-17T12:51:00.003+01:002010-05-17T13:14:55.402+01:00Day 22 Bidian to Glen UreSpyke returned to last nights finish point, outside of the Clachaig, no thought of a quiet pint now though. He left at about 8.45 hrs Bidian bound then continuing across Sgor na h-Ullaidh, Bein Fhionnlaidh, and in company of Mike Perry up and over Beinn Sgulaird, to finish in the lovely Glen Ure. This is Mikes' last day before returning to the pleasures !!! of work, so he took the opportunity to drive around with me to Elleric then meet Spyke as he crossed the glen, Spyke then rode off back to Glencoe. Enroute we were met by Helen, Jamie and family, who had a brief word with Steve, and delivered a huge parcel of home made goodies to eat, I will of course save them all for him!!??<div>Whilst shopping in Glencoe I met Nancy a Lochaber Hill Runner who has been following the blog, it was great to have a chat, she is going to see if she can rustle up some company for Spyke in the next few days.</div><div>Theday finished really well with a huge and delicious meal of steak,with piles of veg' provided by Mike and his better half Lisa, thanks again it was terrific.</div><div><br /></div>jbcrunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09933681442167070438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751872201246288539.post-89510712791162643602010-05-16T11:55:00.004+01:002010-05-16T12:19:39.481+01:00Day 21 Black mounts and the Beauty(s) of Glencoe.A fairly leisurely start today, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Spyke</span> set off along the West Highland Way at about 08.15 hrs, the first rendezvous was going to be the Ski station, but our man had spotted a better way so we met up in Glen <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Etive</span>. Mike Perry was with us now and he was to complete the next section over the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Buchaille</span> and into <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Glencoe</span> with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Spyke</span>. Mike is a physio who has <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">regualy</span> treated <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Spyke</span> so it gave them plenty of time to talk through his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">achillies</span> problem and the treatment, the pair dropped down to the A82 smack on schedule. Mike wrote in the day book of an unbelievable experience , not sure if this was topping 4 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Muros</span> or keeping up with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Spyke</span>, who the hopped on his bike and freewheeled down to start the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Aonach</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Eagach</span> ridge. It was now 17.45 three hours later he arrived at the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Clachaig</span> Inn where a pint and meal just about sent him to sleep. Andy Potts and Richard <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Trenholm</span> two uni, friends had driven up from Cheshire saw him for 5 minutes in Glen <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Etive</span> and were now struggling to make conversation with a tired looking <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Spyke</span> , as some consolation they did get in the splendid walk up into the lost valley.<div>Our heroes day however was not yet complete Mike followed us to our campsite and treated him to 10 minutes of fairly intensive massage, I am sure <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Spyke</span> will appreciate it in the days to come but didn't look totally convinced at the time, it's a good job Mikes, lady wife was with us or the campsite patrons would have been treated to some high powered invective!! Mike is around for a couple of days so we should be entertained by yet more <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Spyke</span> style squirming this evening I will keep you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">updated</span></div>jbcrunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09933681442167070438noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751872201246288539.post-18297373604380253502010-05-14T17:43:00.005+01:002010-05-15T20:25:11.269+01:00Day 20 Ben Cruachan and South Glen Etive<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0d4gHrwtEox9uujS3xKkkzCP6FLlH4ffeJ2VcI92bFYdy_MDLDfixGGQ1h9IjCH2wU3OtObsHUD4wUfwjCMrF2Hhn6MK_1LB2c-OS3R9oSS1A3Cg4rUZQ9Xndu5lTkcjADXw7Lgdwnb8/s1600/006.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0d4gHrwtEox9uujS3xKkkzCP6FLlH4ffeJ2VcI92bFYdy_MDLDfixGGQ1h9IjCH2wU3OtObsHUD4wUfwjCMrF2Hhn6MK_1LB2c-OS3R9oSS1A3Cg4rUZQ9Xndu5lTkcjADXw7Lgdwnb8/s200/006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471173670696385138" /></a><br />An early start today Spyke was away from the" lay by with a view" and attacking Ben Cruachan at 07.00 hrs, yours truly just made the porridge, and grunted goodbye. I will update further tomorrow as no signal near the pick up point at Victoria Bridge.<br />There were some concerns about how Spykes' achillies would cope with this mega day, none of the contingency plans were required as he took in the Ben Cruachan range which was covered in a thin layer of wet snow, then feeling stronger as the day wore on, topped another seven summits before finishing on Stob a coire Ochair arriving at Victoria Bridge in pitch darkness. A truly epic day, proving he is back on song and looking forward to the second half of the challenge as numerically he completed half today.jbcrunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09933681442167070438noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751872201246288539.post-14289164421961631242010-05-13T15:23:00.005+01:002010-05-14T08:12:25.345+01:00Day 19 Ben Lui and others!!The day began with yet another freezing cold bike ride with Alan from Rest and be Thankful to Glen <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Fyne</span>, a change to the mountain bike and on up the now tarmac track to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Glenfyne</span> Lodge, and then up <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Binn</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Buidde</span>, the support crew now reduced to Sam, Alan and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">JC</span> are currently sat in the car park just South of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Tyndrum</span> with a very wet and gloomy view of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Beinn</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Dhubcraig</span>. I will update later* thanks for reading the blog guys we had well over 8000 visits to date.<div>LATER*</div><div>Sam and Alan have moved on, a huge thanks for all your help guys hope to see you again soon.<br /><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Spyke</span> appeared from the cloud and rain at about 18.15, looking somewhat bedraggled but smiling, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">achillies</span> was not so sore, brilliant the remedies are working. After a good deal of soul searching he decided to bike down to the foot of Ben <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Cruachan</span>, where we spent the night in a tasteful little <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">layby</span>, ready for the push towards The Black Mountains and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Glencoe</span>. The alternative was a hot shower at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Pinetrees</span> campsite, and top food at The Good Food Cafe in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Tyndrum</span>, we settled for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">JC</span> chicken, with what was left in the stores plus a mountain of spuds!! and a wet wipe.</div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Spyke</span> then spent a great deal of time writing a blog update which has disappeared into the ether!!!</div><div>Hey Ho it will no doubt appear soon.</div><div>The "man " left our <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">layby</span> vanishing almost vertically through the forestry that lies along the foot of Ben <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Cruachan</span> at 07.00hrs with a huge day before him.</div><div>Meanwhile I am off for some REALLY exciting supermarket shopping.</div></div>jbcrunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09933681442167070438noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751872201246288539.post-67106076708025266102010-05-13T15:03:00.003+01:002010-05-13T15:42:05.599+01:00Day 18 The Arrochar Alps.<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Spyke</span> is becoming quite concerned about his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">achillies</span> which is swollen and sore, so decided that he would have a somewhat easier day. This began with the crossing of a now millpond like Loch <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Lomond</span>, in the company of Sam, and Ian, a short cycle ride to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Inveruglas</span>, he and Sam then set off for Ben <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Vorlich</span> the mammoth <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">reascent</span> to Ben Vane then taking in the remaining two tops to finish at the Rest and be Thankful pass some eight hours later. They were met between <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Beinn</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Ime</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Beinn</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Narnain</span> by Dave Hewitt from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Caledonian</span> Mercury who spoke to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Spyke</span> at length, no doubt we will see some comments on his website and hopefully in the paper.<div>As mentioned above the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Achillies</span> niggle is becoming a nuisance, however <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Spyke</span> thinks he has identified the problem, and has taken some remedial action, watch this space for further news!!! Alan obtained a bucketful of ice from a local fish farm, that together with half the stock from a Chemist in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Helensburgh</span> should see him firing on all cylinders by the weekend in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Glencoe</span>.</div>jbcrunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09933681442167070438noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751872201246288539.post-76738585856377572722010-05-13T14:43:00.005+01:002010-05-14T09:13:03.273+01:00Day 17 Ben More and onwards South.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgukN1mg4ApFou6FX8uk-RgPAK1mm7GCXyapRAyBEnKSwQ_VmqEq0H__ChfabuWLZ1kmXtxnAyc3wfc1uoq3M7oGm6eb4JAf3Oe_mjx-Gaz8w-RnaRjRG-leoaMMu5MAjjpluhPpi5zgFI/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgukN1mg4ApFou6FX8uk-RgPAK1mm7GCXyapRAyBEnKSwQ_VmqEq0H__ChfabuWLZ1kmXtxnAyc3wfc1uoq3M7oGm6eb4JAf3Oe_mjx-Gaz8w-RnaRjRG-leoaMMu5MAjjpluhPpi5zgFI/s200/002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471035076979231554" /></a><br />An extremely cold night, was followed by an equally cold bike ride down to the foot of Ben More, Spyke arrived there at 08.15, and set off up the long trudge in company with a couple of walkers, who had read of his exploits an the web. He moved on over Stob Binnen and Stob Garbh, meeting Denise and Dale on Cruach Ardrain, taking in five more summits before descending to the campsite at Beinglas Farm. We were joined here by Sam, Alan, Ian and Charlotte, Sam and Ian are the support crew for the Loch Lomond crossing.<div>Spyke and Alan cycled down to Firkin Point, where Sam, Charlotte and Ian had the canoes waiting for the crossing, they duly set off, and made good time despite the rising Northerly wind. At about 18.40 they started up Ben Lomond initially struggling to find a decent line through the trees, meanwhile the weather was closing in, with fairly heavy snow showers all the way to the summit. This also mean't that the light was fading fast so Spyke and Ian decided that the return crossing over now very choppy waters was not feasible in the gloom, Alan and JC duly rallied around to Rowardenen, to set up camp amongst some local lads, rowdy but fairly good humoured, Spyke eat and then zonked out, while the rest of us were treated to some colourful language, and various football anthems.</div>jbcrunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09933681442167070438noreply@blogger.com0