Sunday, 11 December 2011
Glen Quoich.Braemar Weekend.Day 1.
Alex had a Corbett in mind not far away.We drove round and surveyed the hallowed heights
"You,re not going to enjoy this are you?" He asked.
"Nope!" Honesty is always the best policy I believe.
"I don,t mind doing it on my own if you fancy something else instead."
I did.Glen Quoich.We were parked at the entrance and I eyeballed those pine trees and sheltered banks like a hampster in a hailstone shower.I was a heat seeking golden furry blur in green gore-tex.
"Cheers.See Ya.Have a nice Day!" I,m a desert animal me.Its my natural habitat-lurking in woods,sheltered meadows and gorges if its a freezing cold wind.Why suffer that when you don't have to is my motto.Why go up things when you just have to come down them again?
"I,d best be off then" Even Alex didn,t appear too happy at this prospect but he started up the faint path anyway,knees bent into the teeth of the gale.Just as well. He,s bored in woods and sunny meadows.He likes it grim and tough. A challenge.......And it was :)
If its good- go high. If its crap- stay low.
A warm night was spent in the hut, feeding meals,drink,nuts biscuits and logs into various open orifices at intervals.Oh and Alex bagged his new hill.Well done to him.
The other reason for doing different things of course is that we now both have contrasting and different posts.
See Scotland's Mountains when he gets his digits thawed out.