Aiming to make it was far as the Isle of Skye that day, we set off stopping 30 miles up the road in Fort William (dubbed outdoor capital of Scotland).
How could we resist the highest mountain (Ben Nevis) in Britain looming above us. Coming to the starting point of the 1000m+ ascent point, we looked at a fairly small mountain thinking that this would be a breeze, only be informed that it was in fact the saddle for the summit that we could see and that the summit was so high that it was covered by a thick cloud. Not knowing how far we would get we set off up the hill. Experiencing all seasons of weather, horizontal rain, gale force winds, burning sunshine yet we could not see the summit. It was decided that we would’t attempt the summit, due to the continual warnings from fellow trekkers that there was zero visibility and we had started late and the day was running out. Feeling defeated having only a few hours of sunlight left, we headed on another trek to the beautiful hidden falls just under Ben Nevis. As we arrived the sky opened up and sunshine beamed on us and the summit. Again finding another magical spot to stop and pitch our tent beneath Ben Nevis at Glen Nevis Camping Ground.