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John and Jon prepare to depart |
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Dougie in the mist at the summit of Beinn Dearg Mor |
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Mitch balances on the ridge between the three peaks of Beinn Dearg Mor |
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Mitch on the exposed summit of Beinn Dearg Mor |
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An Teallach in the clearing mist |
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Standing on the diving board, not diving |
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Although only a corbett, says the guidebook, "Treat with respect." Quite so. |
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John and Dougie on the summit of Beinn Dearg Mor |
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Looking down to the next problem: a steep descent, and a wade through Abainn Strath na Sealga |
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We contemplate the abyss. It's not so bad if you keep good company |
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Mitch poses for the cover of Hillwalking Today, looking over to An Teallach |
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More earnest contemplation of the kind that only high endorphin levels can bring |
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Dougie poses on the diving board. The slightly awkward stance reflects my desire to stop my knees knocking. |
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Lots of fersh air blows in from the Atlantic |
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Nigel after the descent |
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Wading Abainn Strath na Sealga |
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John and Nigel wade, having sensibly removed their boots |
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The path out of the valley with Beinn Dearg Mor in the background |
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Viciously smoking camp fire on the last night makes us tearful |
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Group shot on the summit |