In reply to French Erick:
"I predict team wannabe hook thier way merrily up a dry Secret to proclaim it a soft touch this weekend, conditions reported as bomber but a little awkward after finding a perfectly formed snowflake on a ledge."
Pretty much as predicted i would say.
As the depressions spiral in off the Atlantic the pulse quickens, the autumnal limbo is broken in anticipation of early season cold snow plastered butresses and icey dribbles await, be patient as winters icey blast will come, don't turn to the Darkside, a winter wonderland awaits.
PS. Misha saying that the Lochain is the whitest you have seen it, is just crazy talk, how long have you been winter scratching?
Post edited at 17:53