I had once spent a weekend in the company of those shocking red trousers when alongside the owner and Guy Robertson we had climbed in the far Northwest.
But today, it was early, and I didn’t make the connection, it just didn’t register. I am old, and truth be told, I would have thought a team so young and fit would have been moving faster. It was dark on the steep approach to Stob Coire nan Lochan. And even when I stopped to allow them past, because they were too happy and chatting too loud for me, (a person who finds happy blather at 6am too much) I didn’t recognise them, and in my defence, they didn’t recognise me either. The stream to my right gurgled, and the sun breaking the horizon lit the snowy track ahead.
Another reason to publish this bit of writing is to try and remind myself of how it used to be, and for me to try to be humble.
We all start somewhere and we all climb at different levels and that’s fine, it is only climbing after all.
I liked Andy, in fact I had been meaning to contact him to see if he was free to climb.
Now, being old, I don’t remember, have I mentioned that the Duel has an off-width and in the guidebook description it suggests the use of a massive cam to protect the off-width. But with my weary head hung low, almost looking away, skulking some may say, I quietly shuffled past.