"We can't start the park John, we need Denis Needrie!". For the 25th time in two minutes the classic line from Jurassic Park invades my head, I start to whistle the theme tune as I peer between the colossal pre historic ferns...the waiting pair of raptor eyes signalling my doom.

We arrived at our latest summit attempt at 9.30 that morning in the torridon range of the western isles! Find it on the map this second it's flipping miles away. Our base is a beautiful bay filled by a ocean filled loch. After a night of my tent being pelted by what felt like water balloons instead of rain I was ready for the early start, But nothing could have prepared me for this spectacular movie set backdrop, lush vegetation attacked us on every side, an organic fluidic monster stroking and poking us for attention. We dragged ourselves free like a wellie boot from a muddy puddle...
Next challenge a sheer rock face rising into the mist above us, taunting and laughing in our faces... Mocking us and suggesting we turn back and flee.

But we laugh In the face of danger. Armed with Terry the wonder dog we cry "have at thee" and start our ascent using all four limbs!