Where were you?

It was promising to be a glorious evening on the way out to Luss. As usual, when the wooden bridge appeared, I started signalling and slowing down for every exit from the A82 and then nearly missed the turn up Glen Luss as the sign is hidden by trees until the last instant. Myra and I gave ourselves a quick coat of ‘Skin so Soft’ and then ventured out to join those already there: a few midges, John Hamer, Tom Smith and three WoWs – Pat, Fiona and Helen. We ladies decided to set off early while John & Tom waited for the rest to arrive for the 7 o’clock start.
It’s a long haul up Beinn Dubh but, with the Hill Running Championships and the Bog and Burn over, there was no need to push ourselves and so we enjoyed a leisurely ascent, caught up on summer exploits and stopped regularly to enjoy the stunning view. Eventually we caught sight of the later group catching us up. Only two – where is everyone?
When John & Tom joined us we set off for Mid Hill stopping at the top cairn to check out some fierce looking weather on the hills behind Ben Lommond. The descent of Mid Hill is one of those downhill runs where you just can’t stop until the ground starts to flatten out a bit. The guys waited for us at the bottom which earned them much praise from the ladies who are not used to such chivalry. Once we’d regrouped it was back along the road to the cars. There is one massive uphill on this road that seemed much steeper and longer than anyone had remembered. The hill-reppers vowed to make an early start on the Monday night sessions, dug in and struggled up. We managed to pretty much stay together back to the cars where the midges and their friends and family were waiting for us. We quickly refuelled on some of Myra’s excellent" Banoffee Bits" before heading back to the real world.
There were extra helpings of banoffee – Myra had obviously expected a bigger turn out, so, tell us, where were you?