Archive for February, 2010

The homecoming

Monday, February 22nd, 2010

In the early and mid-eighties I spent a great deal of time on Cairngorm mountain. With great snow winters we skied from Christmas to Easter and sometimes beyond.

It was a great place, a friendly place, a fun place. So it has been with some sadness I have watched as the industry has dwindled in Scotland.With a little guilt I have taken off to the Alps every winter for the last fifteen years

Cairngorm mountain

Cairngorm mountain


When I got the chance to work for The Ski School on Cairngorm last week I was delighted. However it was like going back to a house you used to live in and the new owners have made big changes! No chairlifts some old t-bars gone, some new lifts and a TRAIN!

What a week as good a snow cover as I have ever seen (As good as Easter 1983)

Ready for the last descent

Ready for the last descent


We could ski all over and I made the most of the light, dry snow, climbing up towards the summitt after work to ski The Coronation Wall a couple of times. The last time I did that was at Easter 1983 on April Fools day and our little group skied out of an avalanche. Our ski instructress had some explaining to do!
The Old Lady tow and Loch Morlich

The Old Lady tow and Loch Morlich

What a great week visiting old nooks and crannies we had enjoyed as kids. All the old jumps are in the same places. Children I knew stared out of forty year old faces.Eyes twinkling.

A little altitude please

Friday, February 12th, 2010

I love Fife but it really is flat after a spell in the Alps! I look at the Lomonds with longing and even Largo Law excites me.

So it was with great excitement that we charged off into the Perthshire hills on Monday. We purchased a new OS map, filled the flask with soup and set of for some high ground.

We found ourselves in the little known Glen Artnay.A trudge up a hillside found us above 600m and snow patches! We startled a herd of red deer who looked more than surprised to find humans on their hill!

With views up to a white Ben Vorlich, the buzzards circling and the stags roaming the hillsides you couldn’t ask for much more.

Now where is the coast?