An aptly gloomy Sunday on Beinn Udlaidh, chasing the last of the ice as the big thaw hit and moist clouds and mist swirled around the corrie. It wasn't too bad. The ice was all still there, with the rarer stuff still touching down, but it was on its way out today and won't last unless it freezes this week. Water was running down the icicles, soaking us off the overhangs and everything was becoming a fragile chandelier apart from the thicker fat blue stuff. Quartzvein Scoop was still very thick but sugary coatings of melting snow made the tops and shallower bays a nightmare. A refreeze this week might repair things...
An aptly gloomy Sunday on Beinn Udlaidh, chasing the last of the ice as the big thaw hit and moist clouds and mist swirled around the corrie. It wasn't too bad. The ice was all still there, with the rarer stuff still touching down, but it was on its way out today and won't last unless it freezes this week. Water was running down the icicles, soaking us off the overhangs and everything was becoming a fragile chandelier apart from the thicker fat blue stuff. Quartzvein Scoop was still very thick but sugary coatings of melting snow made the tops and shallower bays a nightmare. A refreeze this week might repair things...