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There is a limit to the length of a title in the walkhighlands forums and 'Sgurr Cos na Breachd-laoidh' must come close to it
Opinion seems to agree that Sgurr means peak, laoidh cattle or calf, but seems divided over the rest!
However, I digress. At the end of part one (viewtopic.php?f=9&t=2791) I was facing a night with the 'Hound of the Baskervilles' in A'Chuil bothy
Fortunately there are two rooms but, come the morning, my companion (who, can it be said, was a very pleasant bloke) asked for the loan of a tin opener. I had a spare from an old compo ration pack so went through to show how it was used. Mistake. Turned out it was a tin of dog food that needed opening
Ended up with a nip on the shin for my troubles - ice axe regrettably in the room next door. Talk about ingratitude
A strategic withdrawal to the hill seemed in order and I headed off through the frosted bogs.
Even the deer seemed lethargic in the gloom.
Soon I was out of the mist and enjoying a winter sunrise on Sgurr na h-Aide (or Beinn a'Chabair as it's now known)
I headed towards Allt Coire nan Uth then cut off up the ridge leading east to Sgurr Cos na Breachd-laoidh.
The views got better and better.
The summit was a great place to be. Some Summer I want to traverse that whole ridge from Sgurr an Fhuarain to Sgurr na Ciche and Sourlies. Today was a wonderful day to lie in the sun and dream
Finally the temptation of the ridge west to Druim a Chuirn got the better of me so I moved on. It was as pleasant as it looked
From the end of the ridge a lovely view down Glen Kingie to Loch Garry opened up.
The whole view near and far was tremendous.
Reluctantly I headed down towards the farm at Glendessarry - slowly - too much to enjoy.
The last photo says it all. In a matter of a few yards I walked into the freezer. An eerie but no less wonderful world.
A classic 'bothy night' ensued. John and Malcolm appeared with some awesome wood chopping kit and 10 kilos of coal. We placed candles in the window as a guide to whoever had left some kit earlier. They arrived, a pair of lads from Glasgow, hours after dark - weary but glowing with the experience of sunset from the ridge and Sgurr na Ciche in the dark. Tales were told, time flew, and strangers parted friends.