I walked the Lugmore Ridge from west to east on a perfect sunny but cold day in March as part of the Mweelrea horseshoe. The rim was covered in frozen snow that seemed firm underfoot, and that gave me some comfort. Digging my heels in hard, and using my walking poles, I literally edged forward one step at a time, terrified that I might slide to my death into Glenconneely to the south. The knowledge that the walls of the corrie to the north were even steeper made me worse. I kept thinking "Thank God I'm not leading a group" because I would be sick at the thought of one of them taking a dive. I resolved to warn my children NEVER to THINK of going near the place . Comrades, there was no mist and no wind, and yet I quaked. If you must attempt this traverse please wait for perfect conditions. At one stage I thought about going back, but when I turned around, the way I had come seemed worse than what was in front of me. I struggled on, and felt totally elated when I made it to a kind of plateau circa L 8155 6720 F. Sure the views were equally stunning on Lugmore West Top, and Lugmore itself: but one does not have much time for beauty when one's buttocks are in jeopardy. (I ask my reader to Google Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs to learn more about "priorities"). But from the safety of that little plateau twixt Lugmore and its East Top, and in my solitary state, surrounded by exquisite sights from Achill to Croagh Patrick, to the Sheefrys, Devil's Mother, Maumtrasna, Bens Creggan and Gorm, Killary, Maamturks, Twelve Bens,Northern Bens and Mweelrea itself, I felt momentary mastery of the universe. How quickly we forget mortal terror, and the half whispered prayers for safe passage when once again our buttocks run free. See my trail of liquid manure at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lDcb1BKeNmE Linkback: https://mountainviews.ie/summit/38/comment/4528/