A dawn view north-east from Sgurr nan Coireachain. 4am, 01/06/97 ~ Sgurr Mor, Sgurr Cos nam Breachd-laoidh, Sgurr an Fhuarain, Gairich, Fraoch-bheinn, Sgurr Mhurlagain. Unexpected inversion brewing.
Sgurr na Ciche from Coireachain. 5.30am, 01/06/97
Camp on Sgurr nan Coireachain, looking north. 6am, 01/06/97 ~ This inversion had sprung up from goodness knows where, and was totally unexpected. It was unique in my experience, in that it wasn't the normal placid, gently pulsing duvet but an agitated rushing beast of a thing, which serially devoured summits, including mine, and spewed them out again.
