How to avoid geographical embarrassement.
This article fist appeared in UKClimbing.com Some time in the early Noughties: Jamie and I were wading south to be collected by a Northern Corrie for climbing. Nothing was visible other than ourselves and the opaque white, until a phantom loomed into being across our path. It was a young man; ice axes, helmet and rope strapped to the outside of his pack. “Alright mate?” he said. “Do you guys know where anything is?” Some years later two men lost their lives close to that same
