I don't think I had realised how much the winter climbing season had taken out of me this season so a change has been as good as a rest.
Today, something changed.
I went for a run up Cairngorm but instead found myself standing at the rescue box in Sneachda.
Legs felt good and the rock looked warm and appealing.
Floppy running shoes did not excel very well on the snow approach up Aladin's Mirror which saw a hasty retreat onto the rocks, before finally hitting the scratched rock of Pigmy Ridge.
Floppy running shoes did not excel very well on rock either now I come to think about it.
A few wobbles later, I was on the plateau with not a sole to be seen.
Pictures? Don't be daft ... I only went for a run up the hill ...
