And then there were 5

The forecast on Thursday evening unexpectedly suggested that Friday would be a good day and so it proved. When we got up, the sky was clear and we could see the Cuillins from the campsite. We packed up and travelled down to Glen Brittle again and were surprised to find that it was less busy than Wednesday; I guess the earlier weather forecast had put people off staying. We walked back up to Coir a’ Ghrunnda in still, warm conditions in shorts and t-shirt; summer had returned. After lunch we made our way up to the Munro Top, Sgurr Dubh na Da Bheinn, where the blip was taken of the Cuillin ridge. The highest hill is Sgurr Alasdair and the ridge then stretches away to Sgurr nan Gillean. I find it amazing that Finlay Wild ran the ridge from Gars-bheinn to Sgurr nan Gillean in a fraction under 3 hours, when it is so difficult to route find. There was a guide and his 2 clients on top and we had a good chat with him and he confirmed the best way to get up Sgurr Dubh Mor so that was really helpful. We made our way to the col, left our rucksacks and followed directions to zig zag up to the top of the Munro; our last Skye Munro. While not difficult per se, the route finding and intimidating nature of the terrain makes it seem more difficult. We scrambled back down and had a long chat with a Glaswegian who was also doing his sixth last Munro; in fact the whole day was very sociable, with everyone we met happy to chat in the warm sunshine. The extra is a collage of Sgurr nan Eag, Coir a’ Ghrunnda, Rum and the view to Coruisk. It may have taken a few trips to Skye to get up the hill, but the weather was great when we finally did so. We stayed in Glen Brittle campsite overnight.

Yesterday’s blip. 

Best on black.