Just a magical day
Cappuccinos at 3500ft? Oh, yes please.
The frothy powder was the propellent that spurred my wearying legs up the fourth mountain peak of the day. We sheltered behind peak three’s cairn to munch doorstep sandwiches and chocolate while the chill wind blustered, numbing our hands and cooling the drinks.
By evening the day had mellowed to sun and long autumnal shadows when whole hillsides moved with herds of red deer and bounding mountain hares. Occasionally a ptarmigan dodged between the rocks while, high above us, skeins of early geese wheeled in from Scandinavia.
Spot-on map reading was provided by my son (who didn’t inherit his navigational skills from his mother).
For sure, a day to remember.
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How wonderful to have a reliable map reader Nancy 😉 Where were you?
Glenshee. Not far from where you climbed your first three Munros! Hurry back.
Nice to have a reminder of what’s really important Nancy!
Good times Scott.
I’m not familiar with the expression “doorstep sandwiches.” Sounds like a great day!
They’re huge chunks of bread Anneli! Not very genteel but perfectly in keeping with these surroundings.
Thanks for the explanation. I’ve learned something new today. 😉
Oh wow. Such a magical place! Love your shadow picture!
Thanks Kristina. The light wasn’t great all day then suddenly, just for a few moments, it was perfect.