Our trip to Loch Tay was sandwiched between two major storms, Ciara and Dennis and, the wind never really abated. Gary’s mountain weather App was checked religiously every morning. Every morning it stated that the wind speed was between 70-100 MPH on Ben More, Ben Nevis or any other significant summit. However, there was plenty of snow.
In 2016, when on a family visit to Austria, I spotted a way-marker for the Alpe-Adria Trail, near the church in Himmelberg, Carinthia . I knew then that I wanted to walk some of it.
The entire Alpe-Adria Trail (AAT) stretches 750km, from the Grossglockner, through the mountains of Carinthia, Slovenia and northern Italy, to the Adriatic Coast. It came into being 2011-2012, as part of a central european unity project.
Forward to September 2018, four of us boarded the Euro-star, en-route to a week long walking adventure. 8 hours later and one change of train brought us to Munich, where we had a pleasant over-night stop, including a visit to a bier keller, at the start of Ocktoberfest. There was certainly a very lively atmosphere. A Sunday morning stroll around the beautiful city centre, pre- pared us for further sitting and 2 more trains, down to Tarvisio, a town on the Austro-Italian border. We had opted to do a week-long circular route, taking in the delights of all 3 countries through which the trail runs.
This years ladies weekend took a giant stride away from the usual camping escapades Ruth kindly fell down the rabbit hole of the Airbnb website and found us a delightful moored barge on the River Thames near Chertsey. This particular boat was owned by a delightful host called Giles who it turned out was rather a thespian having performed in theatres around London and on Broadway no less. A select group of five embarked on this luxury weekend away. It wasn’t so luxury that we had a butler and cook however we managed to produce a feast of a barbecue on the first evening. The weather dawned bright and fair on Saturday morning arranged especially for Ruth’s birthday. We enjoyed a delightful walk around the local nature reserve called Staines Moor, sharing it’s neighbour- hood with the runways at Heathrow and the M25. Admittedly this does not sound like an…
Booking the ferry for the Hoy trip what’s your reg no, read Darryls text; Bugger had forgot all about that. I was midway through my work season in France and sleep and reasoning were in short supply. I’m sure I volunteered myself on the basis of having a car large enough for the mountains of gear needed for the trip and not for my extensive knowledge of trad which consisted of 3 days at Swanage.
16 club members eventually made it to Tomich, just over 600 miles ooop north and over the border. We were all installed by Saturday night to some prime accommodation on the Guisachan estate (home of the golden retriever), in 5 cottages arranged around a farm courtyard, spacious, nicely appointed, dry and warm.
The summer is disappearing fast and the outdoor climbing season will soon be coming to an end. So I rang Fruit from Crew to find out if he would be up for a bit of trad climbing! O’ yes was his answer; it will have to be this week as the weather might change.