A (DANGEROUS) LACK OF FRIENDS.........

After spending a fruitless Thursday night trying to persuade people to come paddling, Friday morning dawned and I was on my own (again!).

I was determined to get out, so stuffed the boat in the car and headed north. No rain was forecast, so I was pretty fixed on soloing the Etive. However, after arriving at Triple falls and seeing only one drop, I ran away with my tail between my legs and decided to head north.

Luckily the rain/snow persisted, and the Nevis was up. It was a great level, slightly higher than last time (see here), although I avoided Scimitar by a cunning portage.

Next up was the Coe gorge, which had risen enough for a quick blast down. Back Door Man went fine, although it was a bit scarier than usual.

On the way back to Glasgow, I passed the Falls of Falloch and decided to have a peek. It was a lovely level, although it wasn't as soft as I'd expected when I hit the pool. Surprisingly, it took me longer to run the Falls than the entire of the Coe: I was a wee bit nervous!

A great day (even if a bit lonely), and I got back just as it got dark..................