Skye Scrambles - Sgurr a' Ghreadaidh to Sgurr na Banachdich

Hot Rock - Cool Head
Saturday 30th April
No photographs recorded the summit scene on Sgurr a' Ghreadaidh, it was a busy place!
Bill chatted away to a couple who had driven all the way from 'bagging' in Southern Ireland, just because the forecast was so good for Skye - now that's dedication to a hobby.
Andy was champing at the bit to continue the traverse of this central section of the Cuillin.
Stan looked down the rocky ridge with trepidation.
It is narrow, committing and sustained - with loads of exposure.
Yes it is broken and loose, but all the holds are there, just don't do it on a wet day!
The large summit party kindly let us past. We moved on down the shattered rock, careful not to dislodge anything.
Have you heard the expression -
'you meet all sorts on the hill', well it's true!
From fully kitted out climbers, to a guy in an anorak on one of the hottest days of the year.
He must have been pretty warm, wearing enough clothes for a full winters day.....
We found ourselves alone on a path up to Sgurr Thormaid's summit.
View south - left to right - Sgurr Dubh Mor, Sgurr Mhic Connich end on, Sgurr Thearlich - the sharp pointy one, Sgurr Alasdair - the big one in the distance,  An Stac sitting on the shoulder of Sgurr Dearg & The Inn Pinn sticking out the top.
It's one rocky place for a walk!
Andy unfortunately knelt on his digital camera, ouch!
One split LCD screen, not good.
The Gabbro is so rough, it 'bites' your finger tips....
Second, or was it third? snack spot.
Water reserves are getting low.
The climb up to Banachdich beckons.
Two hours twenty minutes from Sgurr a' Mhadaidh, our first hill, we reach our last summit for today.
A party behind us were scrambling up & down Sgurr Thormaid.
The picture gives an idea of the constant exposure you experience on this walk.

In places, the ridge is sensationally exposed, in others a hands in pocket walk - but don't trip, it's a long way down.
Stan looking forward to a beer.
Loch Brittle sparkled below, the campsite a green oasis at the head of the loch.
Andy delighted to have experienced such a splendid scramble and knocked off another 3 Munros.
Descent into Coir an Each was hot, loose, and dusty.
We were glad to get off the scree and onto the softer moor. 
Taking a beeline for the hostel it wasn't long before we were dipping our feet into the stream.

It took just over an hour to drive back to our house in Dornie, and a welcome beer in the evening sun.
If only Scotland was like this every weekend.

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