Sgurr na Banachdich to Sgurr a Ghreadaidh: touching cloth in the Black Cuillin

This is part 3 of a quartet of posts describing a scrambling adventure in the Cuillin Hills on Scotland’s Isle of Skye. After an eventful build up and a bittersweet first day, this post continues with the next hair-raising instalment.

At the end of my last post, I mentioned how an enjoyable day of scrambling on the southern peaks of the Cuillin ridge was marred when I buggered my leg for a second time returning along the easy section to the car park at Glen Brittle. It was an injury that needed ...