This weekend we were staying at Culdees (above Fearnan, Loch Tay), an unusual and interesting place to stay. When we arrived, I was wishing I had trailed some salt behind me in order to find my way back out of what appeared to be a labyrinth of rooms. You'll know what I mean if you stay there. Anyway, I got out for a couple of short walks over the 2 days.
On Saturday Steve, Pete, Alan and myself set off from the bunkhouse on foot, and as it turns out, before we had even left the grounds, we had taken a wrong turn by following a track not marked on the map into the woods. Not that it was a problem, but it was quite funny all the same. The cloud was down to about 750/800m, so there wasn't much of a view from the top of Meall Greigh, so we just headed down the snowier north side of the hill, getting some headfirst sliding in.
Sunday was a better day, with the tops mostly clear of cloud. We had 4 hours to spare, so Jamie, Alan and myself went up Beinn Ghlas and onto Beinn Lawers, then down the path that skirts the north side of Beinn Ghlas. As I said, the tops were mostly clear, but of course, Beinn Ghlas wasn't, but luckily, it cleared for us on Ben Lawers. Various folk were coming down the hill warning us of the ice up top, and only making it to the top "by the skin of their teeth". It was firm underfoot, but we managed fine without crampons - I guess people have different perceptions of conditions. I commented to Jamie that it really wasn't so bad, and he was managing fine with his hands in his pockets, but then he admitted that this was only because he'd forgotten to pack any gloves :o)