Aug 2021 - (with Gemma and Caspar - guide) Ascent from Glenbrittle Memorial Hut. Just an amazing day despite the poor weather. We met our guide (the bloke with all the ropes, harnesses, helmets and technical climbing kit) at 7:30am in Glenbrittle. His name was Caspar and we warmed to him immediately. Just as well, as what was coming up was possibly the most challenging thing either of us have done to date on a mountain - the 'In Pinn' or the Inaccessible Pinnacle. It is the second highest summit in the Skye Cuillin and notorious as the most difficult of the Munros, requiring a rock-climb and an abseil to complete the ascent. It rises from the summit of Sgùrr Dearg. Although it was rainy and misty, the climb to the base of the Sgurr Dearg itself was superb with some enjoyable scrambling. After a snack, putting on harnesses and helmets and descending the scree to the start of the east ridge up the In Pinn, it was time to go. The ascent is essentially a steep fin of rock, 50 metres in length with yawning exposure on both sides. The initial climb is up a little chimney before shifting onto the crest for the rest of the ascent. Almost immediately, the crux of the climb is encountered, a tricky step up with poor holds, made worse in the wet. Swallowing down the exposure, we figured it out eventually, only to rise up a bit more and see the ridge narrow further and stretch forever upwards. Caspar was now out of sight, having secured the ropes at the first rest point. This made it really unsettling. Gemma refused to look down. I had a few glances and it was awful. The scrambling itself from the first rest point on is relatively easy as the ridge has natural steps. It's just ridiculous exposure. Photos don't do it justice as Caspar couldn't get his camera out or see us on the crest itself. The fact that the rope lies along the ridge also means that a slip off either side would mean a considerable fall before the rope would stop you. Caspar made this slightly less of an issue by using slings around rocks, putting the ropes through crevices and placing in cams at one point. I was tethered to Gemma so if she went off, I would have too and fallen two metres further! If Caspar had fallen off, we would be absolutely...stuck! With these delights circling in my mind and with Gemma performing some hilarious, unorthodox moves, we made it safely to the top. Relief. The abseil down, although scary was nothing in comparison to the climb up. Instead of descending via the route we had taken up to Sgurr Dearg, we crossed the ridge to Sgùrr na Banachdich before going down. Just the tree of us, up in the muck the entire time and we saw nobody else. Just a fabulous adventure. Gemma never wants to repeat it, but I will in better weather one day.