Kick off was 10:30 at PTC HQ so I left the house fueled the car up and started to head to Bridgeton to pick wee Brian up, it was good to think there would would be a few people heading out to test the tents.
I got a call from Brian saying he wasnt going and that he would let PTC know !
I arrived at the meet point early and sat listening to the radio with the forecast of snow blurting out !
PTC turned up announcing that just about everybody had cried off for various reasons.
We selected a tent each (well PTC took the one he wanted and then gave me a choice !) I ended up with the Hilleberg Soulo.
The gear was chucked into the truck and we left heading North.
We stopped off at the Real Food Cafe to see if anyone else would turn up but no one showed as we got stuck into the amazingly massive Big Breakfast roll.
Beinn Udlaidh was the target due to the massive flat summit (not that it was so important now we only had 2 tents to pitch)
We decided to ascend from the North side as it was a bit shorter and very scenic.
We climbed up the shoulder of MeallGarbh with solid ground under our feet frozen by the nippy air !
Both of us were breathing through snot filled lungs which slowed us down big style !
This is the first time I have been out since the WHW and I really felt it physically as well as being slightly cautious on left foot placement.
A few stops to enjoy the view helped to catch the breath as the hill side got steeper and steeper in front of us.
We arrived on the summit as the light was starting to go and set to pitching the tents, one thing I will say for the Hilleberg is that even without instructions it is very easy to pitch.
I inflated my clearview pad with a bit of a struggle as breathing through my nose was slightly problematic !
Second time this year being ill in the space of a couple of months really is doing my head in !
Pad inflated and sleeping bags lofted it was time to get some photographs of this almost perfect camp spot.
It didn’t take me long to get my kit sorted in the tent, the joy of having space after using the 3 wire bivvy is amazing and really started me thinking if the 3 wire was the best choice, much as I love it !
The temp was starting to drop from when we stopped, I took my watch of my wrist when I pitched the tent and it had the temp on my wrist as 13 degrees C.
5 minutes later with it sitting on the tent it showed a different story !
I walked down to the lochan to get some water for a brew,the ice was fairly thick and I had to break it to get my mug in, the major error was I broke the ice with my muddy boot causing all the crap of the day to mix with the water “TUBE” , I moved spots and hacked a mug size hole with my knife this time being carefull to get clean water.
We sat with a brew and chatted, PTC playing with all his new down kit.
I had my Montane Extreme Smock on which does not get worn much normally as I just find it too warm, in this case it was perfect but bulky.
We had a wonder about the hill for a bit and tried to pick out lights in the distance and generally just stood in the dark absorbing the atmosphere of the mountains at night, it was so quiet and still with no wind, oh how things were going to change.
I was still trying to digest the breakfast roll from the Real food cafe but we decided to have a bit to eat, I boiled some water for my dried beef and noodles, once that was done I put another brew on to keep me content for the 10 mins it would take for dinner to re constitute itself.
I had rice pudding as well which just well and truly stuffed me full !
I climbed into my bags and read my book for a while and then dozed of about 10pm.
I woke up later with the wind blowing against the tent, but the direction had changed from northerly to southerly.
I felt a bit cold from the ground side so slipped the mat from the OMM Classic under the clear view whilst cursing that I had taken my foil sheet out my rucksack as that would of been ideal.
I slipped back off to sleep with the wind gusting against the tent.
I woke up at approx 3am to the wind howling against the tent whilst airborne ice particles blasted the outside of the tent. I unzipped the inner door to find the porch full of snow and cursed at my self for not putting my kit away properly.
At this point I opened the outer zip at the top of the door to have a peek outside and was greeted by a blast of the same stuff that I heard hitting the outside of the tent.
At that point PTC stuck his head out to say he was roasting and was I ok, I shouted back that I was fine and took another picture.
We laughed and I locked myself back into the tent snuggled down into the two bags and turned my Ipod back on, I cant say I really slept it was more a relaxed doze if anything as the tent got battered by the now angry wind.
About 7am it started to get light and I stuck my head out the door again, the cloud was down and I muttered to my self that there would be no spectacular sunrise and went back to sleep for an hour.
About 8 ish I had to submit and venture outside to use the loo with a view, I jumped out with just long johns and thermals on and my boots untied, just as I departed the tent PTC had had the same idea !
By the time I jumped back into the tent my teeth were chattering despite the fact it was a good couple of degrees warmer than the evening.
I put a brew on with a mixture of the slush in my water bottle and some clumps of snow from the porch, it was still windy out so I kept the porch door closed.
I packed everything up whilst drinking my coffee got dressed and ventured outside with just about every bit of clothing on I had with me.
I had debated what the best way of getting the tent down without it inflating like a parachute and dragging me across the summit !
In actual fact the worst bit was my Mountain Hardwear Power stretch gloves got wet with the slush on the tent and my hands started to get cold so I stuck my marmot Wind stopper gloves on and was a happy bunny again and glad that I had brought a spare pair with me.
I just stuffed the tent straight into the top of my rucksack as tidy packing was not going to be an option in this wind !
We started down the hill using the poles to stop us sliding on our arses as the ground was wet and the snow was starting to get slushy.
There was still some ice about though but not to the extent of Saturday
Back at the car the rain was falling and the snow was slushy and horrible, this just compounded the feeling that the weekend was over and Monday morning at work was just around the corner.
We stopped of at The Real Food Cafe and cheered ourselves up with rolls and massive mugs of coffee before hitting the joy of the Loch Lomond road and then back to the big smoke for a bath and a roast dinner.