Climbing, sweating, drinking like a fish, fighting the heat, nursing cramped legs, scrambling, scraping shins on granite, gawping at vertigo-inducing cliffs, catching the shouts of climbers, peering down on the distant roof of the CIC hut, sun-baked ranks of mountains to the horizon... I even got a little dose of solitude towards the end of the day. Heading for the Allt a'Mhuillin path, I peeled off the congested tourist trail down Ben Nevis and headed north above Lochan Meall an t-Suidhe, and was quickly enveloped by the sunlit peace of the moor. By the Allt a'Mhuillin I stopped for a final brew, just to watch the water, rocks and sky for a while, soak up the warmth and enjoy the scent of bog myrtle.
There's no world shortage of photos of this route, but here are a few more anyway.