Chapter ElevenWe were a subdued bunch of women as we left the Shelter Stone and headed to the knife-edged saddle and the ferocious Witch's Step. With Kate gone, Lorna assumed the lead as the most experienced climber, although Charlie questioned her decisions more often that I liked.
We stood at the edge of the saddle, contemplating our route. It seemed even more difficult from here, slicing upward in a sickle-curve with the mist already formed below and the sister mountain of Bein a Ghlo also shrouded in cloud.
'There's only one way,' Lorna said. 'I'll lead, Charlie, you're next most experienced, you go last to help the others. Mary, you're after me, and Brenda will be with Christine.'
Nobody argued. I think we all just wished to be across the saddle and off this peninsula.
'We'll rope
