Sgurr nan Ceannaichean

So, on we trooped. Emma's first estimate of how long it would take us to get there was about half of mine but she acceded to my voice of experience and trusted me implicitly. Fool. However, rather than the traditional walk down to bealach and back up to the 2nd objective, there was at least a doubling of this. Yes, many ups and downs were had but for any successful marriage, one must go through such adversity. By the time, we reached the summit of SnC, Emma's mood had gone from foul to black and back to foul. No matter how many jokes I told, it didn't make any difference. Emma's knee was truly gubbed. I remember feeling sorry for her on the way down to the car, which was still a good 2.5 miles away and I suggested that I would run back to the car and pick her up. She accepted. By the time I left her at the side of the road, it was of course now pissing down and my Scarpa boots were not the ideal choice of shoe for the 2 mile run. 20 minutes later, I arrived at the car and drove back to pick up a relieved and tired Emma. I had finally managed to end her Munro career, it seemed. I enjoyed the day, even if Emma didn't but the anaesthetising effect of Black Isle Red Kite made sure we had a nice end to the day, once home. N.B. The 100's up next.

Moruisg

Sgurr nan Ceannaichean is the smallest Munro of all and linked to this is Moruisg, big water so a nice wee day out was planned with my lovely new wife-to-be, Emma. I had promised her that it would be relatively straightforward and she believed me. It bodes well for the years ahead. We parked just opposite the wee cottage at Loch Sgamhain and while we advanced up the grassy slopes we noticed another car park, much nearer of course to our objective. Anyhoo, it didn't take long for Emma to start complaining about the walk-in and steepness of the hill. Food was administered and this ablated the moaning somewhat. To be fair, Emma had complained of a sore knee prior to the trip North and so the loosening off wasn't having much of an effect except one that was detrimental. No matter, we were almost at the summit of Moruisg and happened across a lovely mountain hare which sat and watched us as we took photos of it, literally 4 feet from its position. While we took photos of our summit shot, Emma was not impressed at the next hill of choice, even though it was the smallest. Emma's knee was sore, my ear was sore but we continued on and began the trek across to the smallest Munro, Sg Nan C.