...started with a text from Andy at about 7:30am that he wasn't going to be able to make it up to meet us. What I should have done was leapt from my sleeping bag, rushed the two yards to Gordy's tent and encouraged him to get up immediately, so we could make an early start, and avoid yesterday's dark descent. What I actually did was sent him a text saying Andy wisny coming, so we could stay in bed.
We started the assault on Stob Coir'an Albannaich (a) a bit late, and (b) in slightly the wrong place. This inevitably led to a decision being made, after a fairly miserable clamber up 300m of wet, grassy, rocky, steep rubbish that today probably wasn't going to include a successful ascent.
So we ran away back to the car, drove to Kilmahog and had cheesy chips at The Lade Inn. Followed by a wee visit to their real ale shop.
What a good weekend!