Clachaig 5th and 6th Feb., 2010

What a wild weekend up there at the red Squirrel camp site at Glencoe. After some wee disaster, namely my caravan suffering a puncture and the tyre getting wrecked, we got down to the serious business of listening to music and partying. The partying was so good that on returning from the Clachaig on the Friday, fulla the joys of life and eager to see where we were going, a feeble attempt was made at starting the generator, which had ran out of petrol just before we had left for the pub earlier in the evening. The noise being made attracted some interest from a fellow camper, who expressed his disapproval of us and the racket we were making, ignoring the poor mans plea and the fact that it was 1 am in the morning I procceded with my quest. While trying to look into the fuel tank, in the pitch dark I managed to take a header towards the ground, which resulted in two nasty bumps on my head and a bruise on my hand. I got sent to bed. Joe the tiler hasn't shut up about it since,I suppose that what I get for laughing at him when he was doing the dry land backstroke in Oban. The bands were good, Pure Malt are brilliant.