Ben Vrackie

Despite a relatively early start, we nearly wasted a rare day in which we had nothing we needed to do and the sun was shining. Fortunately, we managed to stop ourselves and made a bid for freedom. Ended up climbing Ben Vrackie, near Pitlochry. This was me at the top. I don't think I've ever Blipped a photo of myself before, and I don't know what my hair was up to.

A brief and extremely chilly dip in Loch a'Choire added hilarity on the way down before a meal in the Moulin Inn. It was almost midnight before we got bacl to Edinburgh.