I was never quite sure how the Hill Polis would have enforced that, but as things transpired it mattered not, because the embargo was removed earlier than expected - indeed just in time for one of those "the forecast is so rubbish that I'll stay local" kind of plans. So, I was there today. And it was a fine wander as it generally is, and I'm delighted to say that the Pup never missed a beat.
It wasn't until I was driving home that the penny dropped.
I must have been up Meikle Bin at least every couple of months since I first got myself a dug - pandemic lockdown draconian period apart, obviously. Sixteen-ish years at six-ish times a year is...loads. And if anyone's looking for specifics, I can say with complete confidence that in all those return visits this is the first time since that I've been to the trig point without Jorja.