Didn't make a start until March when we visited relatives near Aberdeen. Fitted in three Corbetts; Carn Ealasaid while younger generations were sledging on the remains of Lecht ski pistes, Conachraig along with three generations, and Carn Liath solo.
En route to the boat at Helenburgh did Moncreiffe Hill after much shilly-shallying from the Woodland Trust as to whether it was open or not. FMD limited things while fitting out the boat but I had a good day doing The Brack (officially out of bounds) with Cnoc Coinnich to the south of it. Another 'breaking the bounds' found me on Cruinn a'Bheinn to the north of Ben Lomond. The forest round Meikle Bin was open but notices said keep off the hill. I went up anyway and met two guys who said they'd rung the FC the day before and it was open.
Then came sailing. Called at the east coast of Skye for Beinn Bhac-ghlais and on to St Kilda - wonderful - for Conachair and a look at the others. Dun might be possible for ordinary mortals but the others - no way. Back to Outer Hebrides for an assorted twelve - Pabbay saw 24C completed. Anchorages in Loch Shell netted Beinn Bhreac, Fierihisval, Guainemol, Muaithabhal, Beinn Mhor and Gormol.
I jumped ship from the Shetlands. First a satisfying five-day solo backpack from Glen Finnan to Corpach for three Munros, three Corbetts, and four Grahams. Spoke to no-one from Monday am to Thursday pm, and saw no-one either.
Then a ten-day backpack with company from Sligachan to Glen Coe. Awful weather in the middle so we rode the buses. Reeled in Ben Meabost on Skye, Stob Ban (Grey Corries), Creag Ghuanach (saw two foxes, great view and nice rocky bumps at the top) and Glas Bheinn (4A).
Back to the boat for Lofoten Islands and down the west coast of Norway to finish up in Denmark. Fabulous scenery and some good walks.
Back to Scotland in September. Walked across from Strathcarron to Dornie for Carn nan Iomairean, Creag Mhor and Beinn Conchra. Soggy going from heavy rain and more rain while based at Sheil Bridge for A'Ghlas-bheinn, Sgurr Mhic Bharraich, Sgurr na Sgine and Beinn a'Chuirn.
Long weekend in the Lakes in early December. Four days of blue skies and hard frost was wonderful. Skiddaw, Grisedale Pike and High Rise plus a good crop of Hewitts.
Daughter's cheap flight to Dublin with Ryanair prompted me to follow suit with a pre-Christmas fling to Prestwick. David went to Denmark on a cheapie to check the boat and I hired a car so it was hardly cheap in the end. But eleven Marilyns in three days was a good end to the year, all in east Ochils and Fife area. Enjoyed outwitting a shooting party on Cairnie Hill. Fun doing East Lomond in the dark.
