Beinn Eighe

Me, chizzy and sam rolled up to the poolewe palace for a few days. Adventures were had, during which chizzy broke his arm, once back at the palace, I made an excellent splint out of a wooden spoon, we whisked him to raigmore, picked up mckinns and headed out west again.

We then mourned the death of chizzys arm with eating.


Scone and tunes, when we do it we do it big.

We headed up to the hills around beinn eighe for a look.


I especially liked the look of this gently angled corner, one to come back for for sure. The steep wall above might also be good.