Glen Lyon

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Named as Stuc an Lochain on OS Explorer 378.

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My first munro! What a great hobby. I am now hooked and looking forward to bagging some at Glen Clova and Glen Eask close to home. Loved the exercise, the views, the feeling of achievement and yapping with everyone on the way down. I resolve to always have an early start as it would be too disheartening to watch others coming down as I struggle up! The section will all the stairs was hard going but I loved the whole thing.

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I Climbed Schiehallion which I plan to revisit at sometime and it started hailing sideways and I remember some Australian children crying with the pain on their cheeks. I must admit it was pretty painful and I'm sure I returned with some glowing red cheeks myself.

It would have been nice to see some good views from the centre of the highlands but alas no. But even so it was a good day out and I love this hobby.

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Speaking as a novice bagger the really steep bit (I hear all the expert baggers snigger at my naivety) with all the stone steps and stairs between about 500m and 800m got me puffing but I thoroughly enjoyed the whole experience. Hopefully by the time I'm forty (26th April 2016) I'll be a lot leaner and have bagged a lot more than one. Am deluding myself with a personal challenge that I can do them all by then, my naivety knows no bounds it seems. I also enjoyed the 'crack' and comraderie with other walkers - what a great hobby. I'm smitten!

No body else semms to have said much about these pictures so - here is one -- I did this along with a chap called Philip about five years ago at the end of March - we never really got a clear view of the hill like the picture mainly a combination of of mist sunshine + showers and quite a strong breeze. We got to the top ( I seem to recall there was a marker there for a young man who I assume died on the hill in his twenties I think ). Because of the wind went on hands and knees the last couple of yards and stood up slowly + turned round to tell Philip that I thought it was safe to come on the top - when behind him I could see against the grey cloud a magnificent small rainbow with a huge blade of rock in the middle - the colours in the rainbow against the grey cloud were outstanding.

A minute later it vanished in the mist and we set off down the hill - after about ten minutes the clouds lifted and I looked back at the blade of rock + there was nothing there - just emptiness I was looking north over a valley. We were both stunned and could not understand it - we knew we had had a couple of pints before but that much to drink !!

We mentioned it in the hotel bar that night and you could tell the people there, were shall we say to be polite - sceptical to say the least. It was about six weeks later we discovered that we had seen a brocken spectre and the 'blade of rock' was me - never seen one since but do take a camera with me now