Molly at The Cairnwell

We're managing to struggle up hills fairly regularly at the minute, but after the Macdui jaunt, me and Andy were looking for something a bit more...manageable. The three Munros at the Glenshee ski centre don't seem to engender much love from the hillwalking cognoscenti, but they fitted our bill for yesterday. Not too long a drive, very little ascent, and significantly less than a 20 mile walk!

Plus, at a stroke, it tripled Molly's bagging stats for the last year.

It was a good day out - once you're on the way to Carn a' Gheoidh the ski-tows and stuff are out of sight and out of mind and it's a nice, flat high level ramble. That summit is also a gem of a viewpoint - literally there are hills as far as the eye can see. It was also nice for us to be able to observe anything, because in three combined previous visits neither me nor Andy had been able to see noses in front of respective faces, so it was all good.

There are, as ever, photies.

Which way, d'ye think?

Onwards to Carn a' Gheoidh

Shortly after the Muddy Puddle Incident.

Looking back towards Carn Aosda

Tiny figures on the skyline

Intent on sandwiches.

Heading back

There's no point in trying to pretend that The Cairnwell itself is one of Scotland's prettiest summits, but you're only 20 minutes away from getting back to the car from it, so it's not all bad news. It is, as they say, what it is.