After leaving the lochen behind;
Ascent up the most direct route
Sweat and toil up the closest gully
One step forward, four steps back
Slipping and sliding
Until the ridge is reached
Then the magic of a 'heavenly' perch
A scamble of splendour; a sojourn of enchantment
And a good 'pint' at the end of the day
At the nearest pub ...