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Slowly eating my way into the Corbett round, while stalled at about 220 on my munro one.
This week I managed three more to bring my score to 119, but, while slowly stumbling up hill over pathless rough ground with knee high heather in the eastern Cairngorms, a full camping kit and all food finished the night before, I was trying to frame what brought me there. Ignorance, isolation, hope and indistinct memory I think!
I tend to recall most clearly the better elements of a day out, the post-walk chill out, rather than the relentless fight against gravity, entropy and nature. However, yeah, those round bumps of the Grampians...