*The attached image is from google images and is of the west ridge of the mountain climbed in the story*
This story takes place back in 2014 in late March when I was 17 years. My Uncle had been planning to take one of my friends and I to an area in Scotland called Knoydart for a few days to climb some mountains and camp out . Knoydart is arguably the most remote place in the mainland United Kingdom and my Uncle was taking us there at my request as I am an avid hill walker and love the outdoors. My friend, whom i’ll call Fred instead of his actual name, had asked to come along with us when I told him about the remoteness of the area and how creepy it would likely be out there as there would be no lights of any kind. He liked the outdoors about as much as I did so he loved the sound of that. My Uncle has done about half of the Munros, which are the top 282 tallest mountains in Scotland, and is really proficient at mountaineering and hill walking.