I was thinking about this earlier today. I've been hillwalking for roughly eight years now, and in all that time I've been at the top of seven different Mamore Munros.
Even disregarding my predictable reluctance to go anywhere near something that revels in the name "Devil's Ridge", that's still pretty slow going for someone who actually lives less than three hours from Fort William. Accordingly, I thought I'd better make public my avowed intention to finish the entire Mamore collection some time in early 2014.
When I'll be 50.
Anyway, this unusual period of introspective gloom was prompted by a rather enjoyable wee jaunt up Mullach nan Coirean yesterday. I don't know - maybe something about the walk was giving me a subliminal message that it's time for a change of direction.