Well, I did it, and it really was a heck of a lot easier than I expected. The weather was unbelievably unseasonal - clear skies are far as the eye could see. Really felt more like the Mediterranean than Scotland. Couldn't have been better.

All of the research I had done beforehand had led me to believe that it was a moderately difficult ascent. Which it absolutely wasn't. There was a clearly defined path from bottom to top, and although it got a bit steep in places, there wasn't even any scrambling involved. I demand PAIN! Typically, I found out afterwards that there are a couple of trickier paths, but there wasn't much online about them, and the stoned imbecile in the hostel assured us that the easy one was the only way up.

Anyway, enough whinging. It was amazing, beautiful, stunning. Scotland it so beautiful that it hurts. The autumn colours, combined with the majestic peaks rising all around me invoked a deep contentment, almost as though my Celtic spirit was purring within me. It didn't require much imagination to imagine William Wallace sitting up there, planning his next move. Well, apart from all the litter all over the place, that wouldn't have been there back then. Certainly not the beer cans and plastic bottles anyway. But that's another story.

So, all in all, well worth the trip. A few snaps:
Some views along the way
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Near the bottom, around 0830.
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Bit further up. I think that's Fort William in the distance
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The summit. Took just under three hours to get to the top.100_0177

So, Britain has been conquered, what's next? A friend is trying to convince me to hit Iceland's highest - at a snowy 2110m, that would be a challenge. Bring it on!