Chapelgill

1992

Mad dash to start after getting lost in Lanark. Picked up hitch-hikers who in equally mad start-dash had crashed Sierra into sheep-pen. Start delayed for some old duffer to get his leggings on (Ian Struthers?). Nightmare first few hundred feet through man-eating heather (who?) when legs turned to lead, then some snow and hail provided scenic distractions and the summit was reached. Downwind, downhill and damn quick descent was uneventful, but pub was warm and welcoming with lots of Greenmantle.