Arran

June 11th - 14th:

Summary:

Another great Scots meet in a “traditional” hut, with excellent weather, few midges, wonderfully accessible scenery, big days on the hill, solid granite, falling climbers/ walkers plus town bikes out mountain road cycling. The meet was notable: more climbers than walkers! Great to see Jason and Ed on the hill.

Wednesday:

Peppits and the tackle master travelled far up North while Clowes (the only London member present = shame!!!), followed established Scots meet routine of travelling South from Inverness in a gross hire car, enabling him to stalk for venison on Speyside. Parties broke the journey near Ardrossan, prior to negotiating the Ferry in the morning.

 

Thursday:

The day dawned sunny and humid, allowing a fine spew-free ferry crossing to Brodick. Arrived Corris bunkhouse Arran 10 am Thursday morning. Weather beautiful, but panic ensued when Peppitissimo (Mike),  found ticks in his bags after only half an hour of resting on the ground. Socks soon surrounded trouser bottoms and  Rob, Mike and Ed escaped by droving round to Glen Rosa and walked in 3 miles to climb a VS on the South Slabs below Goatfell.

Peppit senior and Clowes walked directly up from the hut to Goatfell North summit, scrambled over the granite tors, along the ridge to Goatfell summit then back to Corris and couple of pints with the President, Johnson, who had by now arrived. Fish Pie.

Shawcross arrives, looking very like a Bromptoned commuter, after mammoth cycle-in from mainland far away.

Friday:

Shawcross soloed his Brompton around the Northern Island circuit including the 234 metre altitude String Pass in double quick time.

Johnson, Chatburn and Harris set off to go up Goatfell from Corrie. Half way up the track divides, at which point Johnson and Chatburn elected to go to the right and walk along the ridge to Goatfell via North Goatfell while Harris chose to go left taking the more direct route via Meall Breac. Shortly after splitting up, Johnson did his usual falling over trick which result in a very bloody elbow. Nevertheless they both got to the summit. Harris got to the cairn where the track up from Brodick joins a few hundred feet short of the summit and felt unwell and so progressed upwards no further. 

Johnson and Chatburn returned via the path to Brodick and Merkland wood, Harris also took the Brodick path and returned via the coast road.

Mallory’s party- Geoff, Syd, Martin, Jason and Rod, bundled into the hired car before the youngsters Rob, Mike, Ed left. Unfortunately the hired car clipped wing mirrors with a white van and the youngsters drove slowly past whistling Last of the Summer Wine….. After form filling, drove round to Glen Rosa, then 5 mile walk in carrying ropes and ironmongery in a lot of heat to below the granite slabs of Cir Mhor. The lads were just starting the 1100 feet South Ridge Direct a classic Hard Rock VS. We had to scramble up serious steep grass and slabs to arrive at Sou Wester Slab, a Classic Rock VD. Started about midday. First pitch steep, but next 2 long pitches were delightful climbing on exposed granite slabs in a fine setting. Clowes hoped to show off with his posh alpine Sportivas, but gear is no substitute for skill and a tight rope( if a rope dangling idly from Syd’s waist can be called that).  Much huffing and puffing resulted in a bit of a peel…..needless to say he blamed his boots!

We arrived on the South Ridge just as the youngsters completed their hard pitches (Mike bringing up the rear climbing the two hard VS pitches with 2 rucksacks and consequently running out of muscle on the crux). More humming of Last of the Summer Wine was observed. We then continued together up the South Ridge climbing Three Tier Chimney (pumpy) and then the final slabs and mind blowing but easy traverse over a very big drop, to arrive on the summit of Rosa Pinnacle – about 900 feet of climbing for us- (Is it a summit of significance – it ought to be  - an exposed scramble down chimney and slab to exit) to arrive on terra firma and a short ascent to Cir Mhor, a fine summit. Sandwiches at 5pm! The youngsters shot ahead to traverse the A Chir Ridge, a Moderate rock grade, and one of the best ridges outside Skye (quote guide book). Rob and Mike were reacquainting themselves with it as Mike was 5 and Rob 10 when last climbed by them. Shackleton’s party were behind schedule and had to abort the ridge, wearily slogging back the 5 miles and meeting up with the youngsters and arriving back to hut at 8pm.

A hard mountain day finished off with Fish curry.

Saturday:

Another nice day but cloudier.  All the climbers young and old, (without Martin and plus Lionel who did some supervised scrambling and then descended from North Goatfell) walked up Goatfell (again) traversed the granite tors to the North Summit (again) and then continued over Mullach Buidhe and then a really fine scrambly and pinnacled ridge with 3 summits of Cioch na h-Oighe, a real treat, followed by a steep and rocky descent to Glen Sannox and walk along road to more deserved beers. (Geoff and the President were offered a lift, and the President accepted rapidly). Fairly knackered by now.

Chatburn and Harris drove to Lochranza and did a circular walk following the stream up from the distillery to Loch na Davie via Gleann Easan Briorach then down Gleannn Diomhan to Catacol Bay and back along the coast road.

Mike Johnson went for a bus ride but was not spotted by Shawcross and Clowes who cycled  the spectacular southern road loop via the String, 50km and about 1500 metres of ascent a great ride.

Venison Stroganoff – fantastic!

Sunday:

Home via bike, car and train.

Peppits managed to nab an earlier ferry and abandoned Syd and the President who were last to leave the island.

PS Clowes convinced Hertz Glasgow that a Nissan Qashqai wing mirror the size of a 747 wing was only worth £50 quid (LOL).

Present:

Mr President (Rod Brown)

The Scotland Member (Jason Vessey)

The New member (Ed)

The Old Man and Tick-Attack-Panic Group Leader (Geoff Peppit)

Master Tick Finder (Mike Peppit)

Mr Tackle Master and Hut Booker (Syd Goodier)

Mr Home Hut Warden (Lionel Stout)

Master of Hut Sales and Fountain of Club Funds (Richard Harris)

The Falling-Over Master (Mike Johnson)

The Electrical Photo Wizard (Axel Chatburn)

The Brompton Folder (Richard Shawcross)

Meet organiser in Chief (Rob Peppit)

The Car Crash Cook and Falling Climber (Martin Clowes)

Apologies:

Cotton, Pierce and Griff (Thank you - Gentlemen all!)