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Winter Mountaineering in Glen Coe. An Experience for life.

The Mountain Weather Information Service forecast is looking good. Tomorrow we leave for Glen Coe.

Group equipment check: Ice axes, crampons, winter boots, group shelter, emergency blankets, head torches, first aid kit, map and compass, spare rucksacks…

Winter Mountaineering on Buachaille Etive Beag, Glen Coe

Its mid December and office party frenzy dominates; booze, turkey, over boiled vegetables and cremated spuds. Fun or just grim? Not for this team who have decided to dump the chaos of office party’s in Edinburgh and instead…

winter mountaineering on stob coire nan lochan, glen coe

6am and its pouring down in East Lothian. It really is grim. There seems a remarkable amount of chattering and laughter as we load the vehicle with equipment for the day. Someone gets out a flask of…

stob coire sgreamhach and the beinn fhada ridge, glen coe

We had spent an epic day on the Beinn Fhada ridge back in October; swirling mist piling into the Lost Valley far below us and the final ascent to Stob Coire Sgreamhach a scramble up into…

WINTER ON BUACHAILLE ETIVE MOR – GLEN COE

The alarm goes off and its 3.30am. It’s very dark and very cold. Why on earth would anyone get up at this time? Its simple really; the Mountain Weather Information Service forecast for Glen Coe is simply magnificent.…

Winter Mountaineering on Bidean nam Bian, Glen Coe

Porridge for breakfast with berries, peanut butter and three cups of coffee. That’s the routine, and almost always followed by checking into the Mountain Weather Information Service forecast. It’s invaluable for us, projecting three days ahead and updated…

Winter on the Tarmachan Ridge

We had been set on a Glen Coe adventure and had been following the Mountain Weather Information Service all week. Its late October and the snow has arrived in the Scottish Highlands. Our first winter mountaineering day of the season.

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Autumn Mountaineering in Glen Coe

Leaving Tyndrum and heading north we are hit by the conical mass of Beinn Dorain; its steep and gouged walls disappearing into the mist telling us Glen Coe isn’t far.

It’s a grey half-light as we approach Rannoch Moor, our car…