More munro knitting, this time atop Buachaille Etive Mor, the huge pink granite “shepherd” of Glen Etive, towards Glen Coe.
After a rocky scramble of an ascent and a few minutes across the moon-like surface of the tops of Stob Dearg we were up in the clouds. I worked on a sock:
but could only manage a few rounds before I had to stick my gloves back on:
chilly! But a fantastic walk….