Luke Partridge: Sunshine and spindrift

Torridon's a pretty special place.

The hulking behemoths that are the Torridonian mountains rise from almost sea level to munro height in minimal lateral distance and provide some of the most striking scenery in Scotland, if not the world.
On days like today, when the hills are snow capped and the visibility is crystal clear, i can genuinely say its one on of my favorite locations i have ever had the pleasure of spending time in.
A few weeks back some friends climbed the ultra-classic, four star, North-west Highland V,5 ice route "Poachers Fall" on Liathach, and when i got a day off with Rob this week, i made the suggestion of making a go for it.

"Poachers" is the obvious central line

6am saw us leaving en-route to Torridon and having heard from some friends and Lodge instructors, that several days ago they had reached the route by half 8 to find two teams already on it, and with it being Easter Monday we were worried we might not get anywhere near the route via the hordes of people.
Arriving at the car park only heightened our anxiety as there were multiple vehicles parked there, but when the routes came into view the Coire was empty! (reason no.2108 why i love the Northwest Highlands!)
On the walk in we had managed to nip in front of the only other party we saw all day, a couple of Edinburgh uni students, however, due to rope tangling whilst gearing up, lost our chance of being first on the route.
The two guys were friendly and considerate, however, and meant that it caused no issues.

I lead the route in its entirety, with the first 55m pitch going well, followed by the next shorter and steeper pitch also not providing too many issues. The crux, however, was awkward and bulgy, leaving me feeling a bit battered as bumped knees and shins were the result of trying to obtain good crampon sticks in heavily featured ice.
Before leaving the belay i managed to drop my belay jacket whilst stuffing it back into it's stow-pocket and watched as it bounced off down the snow slopes below. Having opted to leave the packs and abseil the route, i wasn't too worried it'd be lost forever, and sure enough it was meters from our gearing-up spot on the way down.
The penultimate pitch, and last of any notability was by far my favorite with incredibly enjoyable climbing, without the strenuousness of the crux pitches, the only downside being the spin drift funneling down onto my head.
Abseiling the route from Abalakovs and pegs gave a very European feel to the end of the day, however one look at the breathtaking scenery was all it took to remind me of where we were and why the wild places of Scotland hold so much attraction for me.