Saturday, 17 October 2015

Autumnal days

As much as I love the big mountains I always look forward to returning to my native hills.

Hill #1:

Hill #2:

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.