In reply to John Kelly:
> Hey, he might of done it, they could really walk in them days and the kit at the top, observatories etc would demand resupply, it's a grand story if nothing else.
I suppose it breaks down into two component parts (you've got me into slightly sceptical mode now!), and I don't think there's any real reason to doubt the overall "nearly 1200" figure of actual ascents - that sounds credible and is well short of some higher figures for various other big UK hills in that period. It's the "only time he had failed" aspect that sounds iffier, partly because it's much more subjective - what counts as a failed ascent? Say the chap lived in Fort William and one day set off in what soon proved to be absolutely foul conditions and he turned back before leaving the town, would that count as a failed ascent in his tally? From the story as given, it seems that whenever he'd gone higher than halfway he'd always managed to reach the top, but below that is a bit vague, right enough. I'll need to try and search out a copy of the book, although I'm not going to pay £100 for it...
On a more humble scale of "failed" ascents, I've never got really close to the top of Ben Cleuch without summiting, even in some pretty hectic conditions, but I have retreated in deluges from the lower glens and woods a couple of times. I've been up the neighbouring Ben Ever 903 times, and every one of those has linked either to or from Cleuch. The nearest I've come to "failures" in that regard have been lightning-related - I've twice been between the two tops, Ben Ever first, in quite dodgy conditions and have been in sort of continual risk assessment mode - before both times the bad stuff moved far enough away to continue. Elsewhere, a friend and I once got to about a minute, possibly less, from the top of the middle Munro on Beinn a'Ghlo before deciding enough was enough - this was in a proper whiteout, no snow falling, no wind, but 100% snow cover and the whitest of clouds, such that all we could see in terms of the ground was our crampon marks, and then only by squinting quite hard. Given that there was steep ground and cornicey stuff close by to the side and the expected cairn hadn't appeared, we turned round and inched our way back...
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