Ah, the little shepherd. Shaz, Emma and I picked a day in May where we would head oot and get 2 Munro's in Glencoe. Once Em had trekked 3 km for a pish, we decided to follow the route recommended in the guidebook and began a steady push up towards the bealach. It wasn't long before we were there and we headed back towards the 1st summit and took our lunch there - very nice indeed. Emma had made a lovely concoction of pasta, chicken and vegetables while we watched Shaz watching us, with her sandwiches! Back to the bealach and then up the 2nd Munro, a bit farther to reach - here we discovered two dogs, one with cancer, the other healthy. The owners were in good form but clearly, one of the dogs was suffering. There was nothing for it. I picked the dog up and tossed it off the ridge....no, I didn't, I'm making that up. We said goodbye to the owners and dogs and then made our way back to the car - a fine, fine day. Apparently out of mine earen, Shaz and Emma discussed the fine points of pints for the last hour down the path. Oh dear - where's the ethic in that?
Hello and welcome to my bagging blog. In 2003, I walked up a Munro for the 2nd time and bled from my eyes. From the majestic pinnacles of An Teallach to the classic pyramidal Buachaille Etive Mor in Glencoe, follow me round Scotland as I share my experiences.
Friday, 9 March 2007
Buachaille Etive Beag
Ah, the little shepherd. Shaz, Emma and I picked a day in May where we would head oot and get 2 Munro's in Glencoe. Once Em had trekked 3 km for a pish, we decided to follow the route recommended in the guidebook and began a steady push up towards the bealach. It wasn't long before we were there and we headed back towards the 1st summit and took our lunch there - very nice indeed. Emma had made a lovely concoction of pasta, chicken and vegetables while we watched Shaz watching us, with her sandwiches! Back to the bealach and then up the 2nd Munro, a bit farther to reach - here we discovered two dogs, one with cancer, the other healthy. The owners were in good form but clearly, one of the dogs was suffering. There was nothing for it. I picked the dog up and tossed it off the ridge....no, I didn't, I'm making that up. We said goodbye to the owners and dogs and then made our way back to the car - a fine, fine day. Apparently out of mine earen, Shaz and Emma discussed the fine points of pints for the last hour down the path. Oh dear - where's the ethic in that?
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