 We had a weekend of wonderful weather, not wall
to wall sunshine, but lots of sun, some interesting
clouds, some dark enough to bring the occasional
snow flurry. The hut was basic but comfortable
enough, especially after the stove was lit on
Saturday evening. The snow cover was extensive,
though a bit thin. Many hills were ascended, some
were scaled but none was conquered.
On Saturday, Peter Moffatt and Mike Garratt
ascended Beinn Starav. Meanwhile Marion and
Robin slogged through bog and brush to Beinn
Fhionnlaidh, a mountain just north of the hut. The
pronunciation of the latter protuberance led to
some controversy later. Barry, feeling less than
energetic, went for an amble down the shore of
Loch Etive.
 At around dinner time, Cormac,
Jonathan and guest Andy arrived, having been
skiing at Aonach Mor on the way. A convivial
evening was then had by all, helped by Peter
plying us with various and tasty forms of alcohol.
On Sunday, we woke to find the weather was more
of the same. The view down Loch Etive to snow
covered Ben Cruachan was the archetype of the
mountain panorama world. Jonathan and Cormac
(resplendent in new Scarpa Mantas) visited Meall
a' Bhuiridh, while Andy (who had brought only ski
boots) skied at the White Corries. Peter, Marion,
Mike and Robin scaled Beinn Maol Chaluim, by
its broad south east ridge.
They saw a staggering
number of deer, which
surely proves the need to
introduce wolves to the area.
They also enjoyed the sight
of the ever changing light on
Loch Etive, with silvery
reflections moving amidst
the steely grey.
Barry decided to go to the first place that looked
nice, a rockyish peak south west of Beinn Maol
Chaluim, from which he enjoyed the same lighting
effects referred to above. On looking at the map
after his return, he learnt that the hill was also
called Meall a' Bhuiridh. Clearly this is a good
area for roaring.
Barry Winston
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