April Gallery HHC

	We took the offer of the estate boat to carry in the luggage from Kinlochourn. Derek Cran hitched a lift, Marischal and the rest of us doing it the hard way
	Strolling along in the sunshine
	Approaching the end of the path where it swings round into Barisdale
	Birthday Cake for Marischal, baked by Gill
	Marischal with friends
	Heading for Ben Aden, the path goes to the bottom of the glen first!
	A lizard beside the path
	A break for a nibble before the climb
	Marischal and Stan on Ben Aden, Sgurr na Ciche behind
	Dozing in the warm sun
	Returning , the ridge of Sgurr a Choire Beith across the glen
	Climbing the stalkers path to the Mam Unndalain
	Down Gleann Unndalain
	Irene helping herself to salad, Stan getting stuck in
	Chef in action
	Romantic candle lit supper on Saturday evening
	Team photo before the off on the second day
	Peculiar green frogspawn with tadpoles
	From Sgurr a Choire Beith to Luinne Bheinn and Larven
	On the back side of the Corbett, looking down to Slat Bheinn, "just a wee Graham"
	Over the Graham, into Glen Barisdale
	Relaxing after the meal on Sunday
	Marischal demonstrates crushing cans
	Packing up on Monday morning
	Passing the campground at the bothy at about ten o'clock on Monday morning. Not much action to be seen
	Settling up with Phyllis, the keeper's Wife, who looks after the White House. She has a fine team of large dogs
	The boat taking the luggage out, Lesley on board this time
	The walk out
	Lesley speeding past
	Stop for a chat

April 2005 Bus trip to the Corbett Geal Charn Mor, Near Aviemore

Big crowd leaving the bus at Lynwylg On "The Burma road"

A cairn marks where the track starts to go down to the River Dulnain. Turn left here. Some men will kiss anything!
John Webster handing out cups for the bubbly

Congrats all round.
Cups still being dispensed. Cheers

Four Corbeteers in the Highways now.
Jimmy Dignall, Marischal Sinclair,
Brian Gardiner,
Ron Lyall Stop for a chat on the way down. Henry pontificating

Panorama of the group
assembled at the top

High tea was taken in the Moulin Hotel at Pitlochry.
Fine food and beers from their own micro brewery A look at the smiling faces at each Table

Henry Kinloch, Club Chairman, presenting gifts from the Club, a quaich and some Highland Park to put in it. A story about goings on in the dark at a Youth Hostel

A man in his
natural habitat Now we know what David Amos has been doing since the rescue

Disorganised trip to the Isle of Jura 21/22/23 April 2006

I left my camera in the car on the Arran Ferry, so the first shot is on the short transfer from Port Askaig on Arran to Feolin Ferry on Jura.
Paps in clear view all the way.

Port Askaig Lifeboat. bristling with aerials,
looking smart and very efficient.

Lesley and Stan getting chummy

Approaching the rather bleak landing ramp at Feolin Ferry

The view from the front lawn of the Craighouse Hotel. Distillery on the left, Paps of Jura on the right.

Saturday morning we took Jim's car up the road about 5km to the bridge over the Corran River.
The extra bodies got a lift in the Hotel owners Volvo.
Weather looks ok at this point- I even had my shorts on.

Climbing up from the col between Beinn Shiantaidh and Corra Bheinn, on the rocks now.
Getting grey and cold, legs were well covered by this time.

On Beinn Shiantaidh 757m.
Behind are Beinn a' Chaolais 733m (Centre)
and Beinn an Oir 785m (Right)
It was blowing hard now and starting to rain. We had intended to do all three, but after ascending B an O by the grassy ramp below the screes, we called it a day when the rain turned to sleet and the wind showed no sign of letting up.

Next day, as we left, the sun shone, of course.
Here the wee ferry comes to meet us.
Caol Ila Distillery on Arran is seen on the shore behind.

Looking down on the loading ramp of the big ferry as we prepare to leave for the mainland, and the stragglers come aboard.

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	Big crowd leaving the bus at Lynwylg	On "The Burma road"
	A cairn marks where the track starts to go down to the River Dulnain. Turn left here.	Some men will kiss anything! John Webster handing out cups for the bubbly
	Congrats all round. Cups still being dispensed.	Cheers
	Four Corbeteers in the Highways now. Jimmy Dignall, Marischal Sinclair, Brian Gardiner, Ron Lyall	Stop for a chat on the way down. Henry pontificating
Panorama of the group assembled at the top
	High tea was taken in the Moulin Hotel at Pitlochry. Fine food and beers from their own micro brewery	A look at the smiling faces at each Table


	Henry Kinloch, Club Chairman, presenting gifts from the Club, a quaich and some Highland Park to put in it.	A story about goings on in the dark at a Youth Hostel
	A man in his natural habitat	Now we know what David Amos has been doing since the rescue

	I left my camera in the car on the Arran Ferry, so the first shot is on the short transfer from Port Askaig on Arran to Feolin Ferry on Jura. Paps in clear view all the way.
	Port Askaig Lifeboat. bristling with aerials, looking smart and very efficient.
	Lesley and Stan getting chummy
	Approaching the rather bleak landing ramp at Feolin Ferry
	The view from the front lawn of the Craighouse Hotel. Distillery on the left, Paps of Jura on the right.
	Saturday morning we took Jim's car up the road about 5km to the bridge over the Corran River. The extra bodies got a lift in the Hotel owners Volvo. Weather looks ok at this point- I even had my shorts on.
	Climbing up from the col between Beinn Shiantaidh and Corra Bheinn, on the rocks now. Getting grey and cold, legs were well covered by this time.
	On Beinn Shiantaidh 757m. Behind are Beinn a' Chaolais 733m (Centre) and Beinn an Oir 785m (Right) It was blowing hard now and starting to rain. We had intended to do all three, but after ascending B an O by the grassy ramp below the screes, we called it a day when the rain turned to sleet and the wind showed no sign of letting up.
	Next day, as we left, the sun shone, of course. Here the wee ferry comes to meet us. Caol Ila Distillery on Arran is seen on the shore behind.
	Looking down on the loading ramp of the big ferry as we prepare to leave for the mainland, and the stragglers come aboard.