As I parked the car I made sure to park into the horizontal rain thinking it would help as I got my boots on. Forcing the door open into the wind I realised it was not going to be an easy day, so as I put my boots on in the front seat I questioned my sanity.

Within the first 10 minutes I was soaked to the skin and walking up a bog… sorry, following the path up the glen towards the coll between Sgurr nan Clach Geala and Sgurr Breac. As I started climbing the Sgurr Breac ridge and the wind started to whip up and die off with in minutes. Strange moments of calm would pass by in windows giving a fabulous view of An Teallach and the Fisherfield hills, then disappear just as quickly as they had arisen.

Walking, crawling and stumbling across the ridge towards Toman Coinnich I did my best to avoid the cornices on the north and stay on my feet. My mind started to question my sanity again as I was forcefully persuaded by the wind to take a seat for 5 minutes with my hand over my face to keep out the spin drift.

However at the light started to fade and I reached the summit of A’ Chailleach I realised the fine balance of the weather and the beauty of this area.

Returning to the car and with my waterproofs drying I reflected on the decisions I made and how easy it would have been to turn around. Making the effort all the more worth while.