A return by the club after a number of years saw 9 hardy souls arrive at the Smiddy hut. I have to say that the hut is much more inviting than I remember. Once the fire is lit the ambience of the hut completely changes. Dan commented that he arrived to a roaring fire, so much coal that the burning lumps kept falling out of the grate onto the brick floor. Next was a crampon fixing session. A good hour was spent trying various combinations of boots and crampons. Much advice was shouted simultaneously from the four corners of the hut. This ended with a discussion on the merits of…