Tuesday 13 April 2004
Bunkhouse, Sligachan
Heavy rain and strong winds all day We read books, drink tea and then run down Glen Sligachan. The path is like a river intersected by bigger rivers. The whole experience is like potholing or being in a car wash as Jim points out. For tea we have three different kinds of cous cous.
Wednesday 14 April 2004
Bunkhouse, Sligachan
More rain falls, it is very heavy and there are strong winds. We take the bus to Portree, a place that we only ever see in bad weather, and the rain is so driving and heavy that we have to put on overtrousers just to walk the hundred yards to the bus stop. Elevenses is taken in the Plaid bar (everything tartan) and in the outdoor emporium, I buy trousers and a buff with edelweiss on (which has been my favourite for the 9 years since then) We enjoyed our wet run in the Glen yesterday so much that when we return from town and find that it is still pouring down, we go again, only further this time, right to the Bealach and into a very strong headwind. This took us 1 hour and 45 minutes for the return trip. We have to help each other crossing the largest torrents so we don’t get swept away and sometimes we sink down into bogs and need to be pulled out. Later Jim cooks a magnificent supper while I drink chilled wine.
Running up Glen Sligachan in heavy rain
Jim rescues me from a bog in Glen Sligachan
Jim makes tea at Sligachan Bunkhouse
not at home 