As much as I love the big mountains I always look forward to returning to my native hills.
If you never knew better you would think that they were the same hill. Unfortunately not and with c.600m drop between the 2, I was grateful for the spectacular views to make up for the sweaty ascents.
I look forward to the ankle wrecking grass tussocks, the knee wrenching peat hags, the up-to-your-armpits-bracken, getting spooked by the mountain hares and hoping that the rutting stags won't look at me as a threat.
Wouldn't swop it for the world.