The assault on the remaining Munros continues....

Up at 7; bright and although the clouds were clinging to the summits, the promise was the freshening breeze would shift them before too long. Up to Achnasheen; left and down to Kinlochewe and left again to park up at the foot of Liathach; a top 10; maybe even top 5 hill in Scotland. From the bottom it's terraces of cliffs forms an impregnable face as it towers above; the summit probably about a kilometre as the crow flies, but also a kilometre up...! 

Rain fell briefly as we looked at it and a couple of other early birds set off up the path ahead of us. 

It's a tough shift; especially with a Munro from yesterday and sore feet, but... up we went. And up. Then up a little bit more. Followed by ...etc etc. Finally.... out you pop onto the summit ridge. Beinn Eighe and the rest of the Torridon Corbetts stretch out in front of you; it's a magnificent sight to behold.

Just the small matter of 3 lumps and numerous smaller obstacles to negotiate before we finally nail the summit. On reaching the ridge, the south side was all cloudy; the wind blowing it in and up, before it swirled over the top and disapated. A reall odd sensation with no view to my left; and expansive views to my right; here I am stuck in the middle with half a view.

However, as we plodded along the ridge, the cloud eventually dispersed and suddenly there's views in all directions. Even sunshine. And a godlen eagle (pointed out to me by a bored guide who's charge for the day was going at a snail's pace-otherwise I'd have failed to spot it)

And onwards to the summit. 258 for me; 28 for Loki. A viewpoint that's well up there. Worth sitting and having a bite to eat and absorb it all. And with the dog in tow, I decided against the Farsian Pinnacles and the sketchy ridge travere to Mullan nan Rathan, the other Munro across at the other end of Liathach. There are worse places to have to come back to for another look. This one will not be a chore.

So back we went; over the angular lumps; into the scree, interuppted only by my trolley blip subcontractor for the day sending in a sighting from Portobello before the long tedious painful descent back to the van continued.

On arrival, I opened the back doors and set up a spot to take in the sunshine whilst poor Loki recharged his batteries. (see extra)

Then deciding against a further night and Glen Affric on Sunday, we headed off up Loch Maree side to see if th Cigs up there is still around. It's not; the road has been widened and the sign removed. With the Port Gower one all but faded into obsurity and th A9 one coned off as they 'upgrade' the Moy section to dual carriageway, I suspect the last remaining outlier is the St Fillans bin one. Time marches on....

Back to Inverness; cold liquid was taken on and the long sleepy drive home continued; Loki trying his damnedest to rest his head on my lap as I drove..... 

In around 9; bathed, fed, and checked in with Her in Leicester; adrenalin and endorphines  keeping me awake until after midnight. 24 to go....