Mid 1980’s in Glencoe Scotland. As a young rescuer under the wing of “the
old fox” mountain and rescue legend Hamish MacInnes, sometime all we learned as
his apprentices were put to good use. This is just such as tale.
Fiona my wife and I had recently moved back into Glencoe village from
Duror, a small village 7 miles down the road. A summer day and Fiona is away and most of the climbing stars of Glencoe Mountain Rescue are away in
the Swiss alps with the local rescue team leader and legend “The Fox” Hamish
MacInnes, working safety cover on a big film project called “5 Days One Summer”
starring Sean Connery. Many of the same
folk from the Glen who worked with him on “The Eiger Sanction”. Ian Nicholson
and Dave Bathgate two Scottish climbing legends had recently bought the
Kingshouse Hotel a famous mountaineering base. Lochaber Mountain Rescue
stalwart Willie Anderson is painting walls for beer at the hotel. The hotel is
old and needs a bit of work.
The house phone rings at about 2pm on a nice sunny August day. "Its Doris here Davy, there is a rescue call
out on Stob Coire nan Lochan for a fallen climber". I can’t get many folk as a
lot are away”. I ask her to keep trying to get together enough for a rescue
party while I get some technical and medical gear together. A Police 4x4
pulls up outside my house and toots its siren and Stewart Obree one of the
local constables is there to offer me a lift to the pipers lay bye a place where
helicopters can land and a guy with bagpipes busks for cash. Stewart has
already asked for a helicopter and Search and Rescue 134 - a Wessex from RAF
Leuchars is on its way.
We arrive at the pipers lay bye and I get information from a witness
that someone is hanging free, half way up the cliff and a woman holding the
rope is screaming. I get news that the main rescue vehicle has been
picked up and Richard Greive and Hughie MacNicoll who owned Mountain Technology
are on the way. Ian Nicholson isn’t at the Kingshouse as he’s away with Hamish,
but Willie Anderson is coming down to help. So, we have enough to do the job,
but only just. 150 metre rope’s and technical kit is sorted out and a
recently landed helicopter crew agree to take 3 of us up the mountain to fly
over the scene.
We lift off, and slowly gaining height over Aonach Dubh, circle and see
the climber is hanging via a single rope from a running belay 20 metres above
him two pitches up in “Central Grooves” (very severe 4c or 5.9). He is hanging
upside down just below his belayer and about 2 metres out, free hanging in space.
So its at least a 40-metre lead fall and judging by the roll of the
harness down off his pelvis and that he’s upside down and not moving it doesn’t
look good for him, or easy for us. A fall factor of about 0.75 and hitting the
cliff with no helmet the consequences are pretty devastating. The woman
belaying appears to be held by a single nut anchor behind a very big single block of
rock which looks loose and precarious, even from the air.
The aircrew and I talk over the radio and we hatch a plan. Drop Richard,
Willie and I on the top of the buttress and I will get lowered down the route,
make the belayer safe and get her out of the rope system for the SAR crew to
winch up. We will get the climber lowered to the bottom. While we are doing
rope tricks they will pick up any extra rescuers and bring them up so they can
hike to the foot of the climb with a stretcher and take the fallen climber down
to a good helicopter landing pick up point.
Good belays are sorted and with the difficult task of managing the
unwieldy static rope Willie and Richard lower me down the shitty loose broken
ground to the top of the corner and then lower me down the 60 or so meters to
the incident. Loose rock, pinnacles of blocks stacked like dinner plates and
lots of debris fly past me. A few climbs
up and down to get the rope directional and stop pulling rocks onto me are
needed, so it’s not a quick job or safe. Some of the rocks are paving slab sized.
On the way down the route I see a watch caught by its strap in a small bucket
hold in the vertical corner which the climbers hand must have slid from. I see
that the single running belay is an old rock peg and pretty rotten, but it
held. The climbers rope is a single 9mm stretched so tight it looks like boot
cord. I arrive at the belay and a very upset woman with a belay rope at its
end in a Stich plate. She’s held by a single large wire nut which she is
holding in place by pushing the block back as its loose. I have to spend a lot
of time searching out and clearing cracks for rock pegs to hold her at a
single releasable point to cut loose to get her into the helicopter winch
strop safely. Separately I have to isolate the active rope going to the fallen
climber and anchor it.
As it turns out I know the fallen climber who runs a climbing
instruction and guiding business. She’s a client on a rock climbing course it
seems. He’s dead, its messy but that can be revisited later. I get her safe and
rigged for easy release. I have his rope isolated and anchored so move down to
him and make another belay for me to clip into with an adjustable sling. I come
off the lowering rope, lean out and hook his rope with my hammer spike and pull
him in, put a sling on him at the chest and to the harness to level him out and
attach the long static lowering rope I was lowered down on, onto him. Then holding
his rope against the rock face I bash it with my peg hammer. One hard blow is
all it takes. He gets lowered about 60 metres to the foot of the corner where
rescuers and a couple of co-opted climbers have come to help. They get him off
the rope and the body bagged, and I get the rope pulled back up to me and I get
lowered down to the bottom and clear of the corner. Sounds easy. None of it
was. Rockfall, an upset belayer who is at risk, the victims trauma and the hard
physical work takes its toll.
The helicopter comes in at a hover and ever so slowly gets closer to the
corner dropping the winch-man slowly down and inching into the cliff. They get
to her, put her in the winch strop, knife cut my big sling that's anchored to
some pegs and take her up. Very impressive close mountain flying and crag
rescue by the winch-man. She gets flown down to the base and they come back up
and take us all down to our base at the Pipers Lay bye in a couple of lifts.
Its surreal as there are cars and tourists blocking the valley road and
hundreds of folks, some with binoculars have been watching the whole rescue.
Meanwhile the piper skirls away his plaintive notes and takes his coin.
Police statements are taken later. He’s being paid so an accident
inquiry (FAI) is likely. Chats and a brew then down to Hamish’s barn to sort out kit
and then home for the usual ponder at another person you know killed in the
mountains, thinking over many “what the fuck moments” of the rescue and what
you might do different another time. And many others were to come for me in the
years that followed. It takes days to
come down and get rescues like that out of your head. Often the best thing is
to go climbing next day. So that’s what I did. With a hangover though.
As post script. Dennis Barclay the Glencoe rescue team’s treasurer gave
me a roasting for buying seven new rock pegs and half a dozen slings from the
recently opened “Glencoe Guides and Gear” shop run by Paul and Ros Moore’s and
charging it to the mountain rescue account. This was to replace what I had used on the rescue. As the team didn’t
have much cash he wasn’t sure if there was enough money to cover it. How things
have changed in Scottish mountain rescue. I often ponder that rescue was about
climbers helping climbers and even had these items not been replaced (and
sometimes they couldn’t be) the job would get done regardless. There was an
inquiry, and someone put me up for a bravery award which I respectfully
declined. The local constable being quick off the mark, good rope handling from
the team above and the skill level of the aircrew (never bettered IMHO) and
also climbers abandoning their days climbing to lend assistance made it all
work. Climbing is about the community of the mountains and mountain rescue is
just another part of looking after your own. Even with Covid 19 that shouldn't change. Am I my brothers keeper? as a human and mountaineer the answer is always yes.
Great piece Davy
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