Rich has already described, with his genius turn of phrase, our weekend in Glencoe which was a bit more eventful trhan we'd hoped. We had some highs;
- the last few pitches climbing on Saturday afternoon
- the knowledge that my feet stayed dry whilst Rich got very wet
- the full Burns Supper haggis dinner on Saturday night
- the Sunday lunch in the Cameron House Hotel
and some lows;
- the realisation on Saturday afternoon that the helicopter activity I'd been watching was not an exercise and that 3 fellow climbers had been killed
- meeting their friends on the Sunday morning
The conditions were pretty bad, but Rich demonstrated that he really knows his stuff, keeping us roped together when required and attached to the wall when essential.
We didn't get to the summit, beaten by the snow and the conditions, but we managed to get off the hill safely, having completed some valuable training in in tough conditions. Not sure you can ask for more...
Whilst we were experiencing the delights of haggis, clapshot and skirlie, followed by possibly the worst Atole Brose dessert known to man, my friends from work Pam and Jen were in the middle of their charity Burns Supper in London. Not only had they sold 80 tickets, bought and prepared enough haggis, neeps and tattis for them all, decorated the rugby club where it was being held, convinced the bar to sell their wine with a big cut for charity and gathered up some fantastic prizes for a raffle and auction, but they also found a willing piper.
After mountains of haggis, some traditional and some not-so-traditional speeches, some wild ceilidh dancing and a few wee drams, they had raised over £4000 pounds to be split between the National Society for Epilepsy and CLIC Sargent. An amazing effort, and very much appreciated.
And yes, Rich beat me at pool, but then I didn't have a mis-spent youth...
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