A load of old Cobblers

Yesterday, Robin and I ascended the Cobbler, near Arrochar on Loch Long. It is a small mountain, not even a munro, but it is splendidly rocky and pointy. Defying the grim forecasts of 90mph winds and torrential rain, we strode off up the mountain. The approach is great: it begins with a depressing ascent through Forestry Commission darkness which contrasts excellently with the sudden view of the Cobbler as you leave the forest for a more level path over the moorland.

It's an easy walk to the foot of the mountain and then a steep semi-scramble on to the ridge. Towering over you is the 'baboon's face' of the north peak. We passed a couple of guys on their way down with ropes, helmets and probably crampons on. I wondered just what lay round the corner. However, the scrambly part to the ridge, while plastered with snow, was not too bad - just a bit slippery. On the ridge, the wind must have been nearly 90mph where it was funnelled over the top. I've never felt wind so strong. It knocked me over at one point. Descending that part was quite painful as the wind blew ice spicules into our faces.

We didn't quite get to the very top of the mountain, which required clambering on to the top of an ice-clad boulder in the gale-force winds. Not going to happen. Shortly after descending to the foot of the Cobbler, the rain set in. We decided not to go up the neighbouring Ben Narnain and headed home. A good day out, and a chance for Gore-Tex to show its worth!