I was heading north again, this time to spend the weekend with my Granda, who was celebrating his 90th birthday. Amazing man. I parked at the wee car park at the highest point of the road between Pitlochry and Kirkmichael. It was sunshine and snow with a biting North wind. This would be the weather for the day. I set off up a wee path that wound its way up on to Dalnacarn Craig. I passed a couple of wallets and their wee terrier who promised it would be windy on the summit. They were not wrong. It was a lovely wee amble over to the summit proper with views to Schiehallion, Ben Lomond in Fife, and Cairngorms. I didn’t hang about at summit and dropped down North to get to the wee Land Rover track that ended at the hut. I ventured inside and sat for 10 minutes, enjoying being out of the wind. A fine hauff. From here, I got back to road in quick-time, with last week’s climb along the road. A 5-mile loop with 350m climb in two hours. As I headed home, content, I then heard from my friend that his father was dying. Although he hadn’t been well, it was still very sobering and I hoped that his father wouldn’t suffer for too long.
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