During a largely social trip to Skye, I had that rare but rewarding experience of finding myself in the right place at the right time. With winter conditions right down to sea level I couldn't resist the draw of one of the best lines in Scotland; Storvegen VI,8

Spot the line!

A view out to the Cuillin, on the day before our ascent (that day we failed on two lines).

Jon celebrating finally getting up something, with the old man poking through the falling snow

A very happy three, me, Ben and Jon
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