Awake at 4; wind howling, door clattered open, rain battering down.

Slept - OK, considering it was on bare board. (Turned a few times but an indication of - either the strength of the wine or the tiredness of me)

Finally came to at just before 9; lashing down, grey and murky outside.

So a leisurely breakfast of bacon rolls and hot hot tea.
We slowly packed up and it brightened so we started off up the path to Carn an t-Saigart Mor. I knew we wouldn't manage all five (especially without a map and compass and nil visibility) but figured we should have a crack at the nearest one. As we climbed effortlessly up the side of Loch Callater, the wind was whipping across in fine style.
We persevered for a bit but it was becoming silly. Two steps forward, gust of wind, one step back.

So we sat and figured out a plan to come back and do all five in the very near future.

With no great rush, we got back to the bothy, chatted with the guys in the lodge and were then swiftly blown back to the car.

An evening of solitude with nothing around was great; we had a fabulous time, in spite of hard beds, poor weather.

A slow drive back, via some other blipping opportunities and Asda, and then home to tackle the washing up from Saturday lunch.

Met Barry at Meadowbank at 6 for a breezy stomp round the Seat and a shouted deconstruction of the election.

Then I meandered through the south side looking for Cigs stuff before getting home around 9 for bangers and mash and a collapse on the sofa, exhausted.

Quiet weekend...!