Yesterday I had a trip down memory lane with a visit to Glencoe - the place I first learned to ski in 1980. I remember the now office building (see pic.) as the tea room and ticket office...where you bought your daily 'punch card' style ticket. The ticket was only made of lightweight card so inevitably ended up as a soggy mush in the bottom of your 'ever so stylish' ski pants pocket!I'd almost forgotten how spectacular the setting is with amazing views across Rannoch Moor and beyond. Memories came flooding back of a stormy day in January 1984 when a blizzard almost prevented me and my friends from being collected by my Dad, at the end of a day's skiing in whiteout conditions. Luckily for us (completely unaware of how serious the road conditions were) a charitable chap persuaded us to catch a lift with him down to Fort William.... as he was the last vehicle to leave the carpark it's probably just as well we did. We later discovered that my Dad had been turned around by police at Bridge of Orchy where the road (and railway line) was totally blocked with snow!
Great days....and if that bloke who gave us a lift is reading this......THANKS MATE!
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