Schiehallion

It seems I'm only posting about walks these days, but where's the harm in that? Today I managed to go walking with Alastair, who I know from ages ago, for the first time in far too long. Options were open on leaving Edinburgh, but Alastair had a hankering after snow and there was some on the big hills, so up the A9 it was. Around Aberfeldy, Schiehallion emerged top of the list. Somewhere near Braes of Foss, it occured to us that we had both done the hill exactly once before, on the same miserable day 14 years ago - the occasion being a mutual friend's last Munro. So it was fitting that our reunion walk should be here on a day when we might actually get a view.

We made a fast ascent that probably did my fitness a lot of good, passing a lot of other walkers who showed a wide variety of levels of preparedness. This ranged from that chilly jeans-and-trainers look to totally unnecessary crampons. There was a few inches of new snow, and a biting wind on the top. I totally failed to recognise the narrow boulder-strewn summit from last time.

Oh, and the John Muir Trust have sorted out the footpath quite nicely.

After, we went to see the Fortingal Yew. Interesting, but would it get a second glance if you didn't know it was very very old?