We bagged a Munro!

Translation:
Munro: any of the 284 peaks in Scotland that are at least 3000 feet high.

Bagging:



For James, a leisurely Sunday morning stroll.



For Alex, a sometimes grim, but generally plucky navigation of an occasionally-absent track, negotiating scrub, burns, bogs and a minefield of loose rocks just waiting for the opportunity to turn an ankle. This is me at the cairn, celebrating my conquering of the dastardly peak.

We spent the afternoon immersed in books, listening to the rain and being glad we weren't out in it - unlike the five Glaswegian lads who entertained us last night (when I could understand what they were saying), who were riding to Inverness today.