Sgurr Alasdair to Sgurr Mhic Choinnich: the secret of Collie’s Ledge

This is part 2 of a trio of posts describing a scrambling adventure in the Cuillin Hills on Scotland’s Isle of Skye. The first post described the eventful build up to our trip. This post describes the first day of our scramble and subsequent events.

But now we see our pedigree

Made plain as in a glass,

And when we grin we betray our kin

To the sires of the British Ass.

Alexander Nicolson, The British Ass

The following day we arrived at the southern end of Glen Brittle, where a campsite nestles b...