A small and select group of three assembled at Gerry’s Hostel, Fiona Cunningham, Simon and Susan Jacyna, plus Macdhui the lab, who stayed hidden in the car. It was twenty years since your humble scribe last crossed the threshold there, only to find that nothing, absolutely nothing, had changed.

Rather unusually for a MMC weekend, firm plans for Sunday were quickly made. These involved leaving in time to find a large TV so the ladies could watch a Scotsman being defeated by a Swiss man at some form of outdoor ping-pong.

Plans for Saturday were slightly dampened by the weather forecast, but the day dawned dry(ish) but cloudy and breezy.  Fiona departed for Maol Chean-dearg and in the absence of any news headlines involving a mountain rescue in the Torridon area we have to assume she succesfully acquired another tick in the book and had a good day out.

The rest of us did a circuit of Sgurr na Feartaig following the superbly made stalkers path which leads almost to the summit. Some spectacular cliffs and gullies but views were impeded by the low cloud. Some ptarmigan feigning injury successfully distracted Macdhui from their chicks. An enjoyable day, humans arriving back tired and the dog, dog tired. So tired in fact that he stiffened up in the car and fell out later in the evening.

Simon