Mell Circuit, Glen Finglas, We set off full of optimism, water bottles and clean socks. Seventeen miles later, my feet were staging a mutiny, midges had unionized against me, and every hill felt like a personal insult from nature. The reservoir glimmered, sheep judged, and birds chirped “Why are you doing this?” Yet, despite aching quads and relentless bites, reaching the car park felt like a victory parade—blisters, sweat, and all. And I cant wait to do it again...

It had been a good while since I had a day of ‘galivanting’ and it was thoroughly needed, just the tonic as they say (gin not required).

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Tried to climb a munro, didn't succeed but reached the summit. Beinn an Lochain had been remeasured and re-graded to corbet status...