A productive morning; washing, tidying, cooked Spanish bean stew for tonight's dinner. Shopping too.

Then to her's for just after midday. And off west to possibly the least rainy hill in Scotland on Saturday. The forecast was grim everywhere but less grim on Ben Lomond than any others, so...

We relived WHW memories as we drove Drymen; past Balmaha and onto Rowardenen.

Out into midgey hell, so we battered up into the windier bots of Ben Lomond's lower slopes. Barely half an hour in she was not happy, but credit to her. The sight of grannies and small children streaming past us heading down spurred her on. "I they can do it, so can I..." she thought.

And eventually in the gloom that enveloped us around the 650 metre mark, we stumbled into the summit. Number 26 for her, my third ascent of this one.

But as slow as we were up, we were speedy down; and 3 hours 40 represents an OK time all in.

And drove home, stopping for asparagus soup in a layby I remember from my youth; seemed only fair to indulge in a spot of winching whilst there...

Home, shower, the aforementioned Spanish bean stew and a glass of shiraz whilst ignoring the fitba. Plenty time to get into that in due course.

Previously on MrFT