I was asked for some advice on routes to do in Skye yesterday when I came back from a bik run, there are so many but one day that sticks in my mind is this classic. Myself and wee Jock Cameron were over on Skye for a bit of climbing, we did the long walk into Coire a Ghrunda and then dropped into the sun after climbing White Slab on Stron na Ciche. Jock hated walking and moaned the whole way in but once at the cliff had his fag he became a new man, I love the walk into the Coire and the huge Broiler plate slabs that you can lose your way coming off in a wild day in the mist and rain. There was plenty of water and we drank a lot on the way up with he view of Rum and this far side of the Cuillin.
VIEWS ON ANOTHER DAY
“You know Alf, going to the right place at the right time, with the right people are all that really matters.
|Colin Kirkus to Alf Bridge on the summit of Sgurr Alasdair|
My dog sunbathed and followed us at times on the day. Jock was a grand wee climber from Glasgow and what a day that was, he smoked all the time, I wonder where he is now . Look at the weather early May no midges no crowds and incredible memories.
“Tip, Tap and Test with your hands and feet as you climb, remember the three T’s!””
Ron Walker june 2017
Skye Rock *** Isle of Skye Coir’a’ Ghrunnda
White Slab 600 ft
Wonderful day on great rock, Severe then Sron na
no fingertips left at the day’s Ciche Direct 500 ft
end! Sun in Coir’a’ Ghrunnda Severe *** – Arrow
then over Sron na Ciche, a long day. Route 120 ft V Diff ***
Integrity Severe 250 ft
It was a long day taking it easy on the ledges with continual climbing and the sun was incredible, Our fingers were raw at the end but we were fit and young and the pub stayed open in Portnalong. We had to hydrate and eat.
It is great to look back at the fun days, I had so many in Skye, next day we went and did King Cobra! That was scary but the wee man was so cool. As always.
W.H. Murray “Apart from the initial trouble in climbing on to the ridge, one may proceed unroped up broad acres of boiler plated slabs, whose rock is the roughest gabbro in all the Cuilins. In other words, it is so rough and reliable that only the grossest negligence could bring a man to harm.”
Wrote Patey: “To my mind the magic of a great route does not lie in its technical difficulty or even the excellence of its rock but in something less readily definable—atmosphere.”