Sgurr na Dolliad

Another day, another hill. After two long days a sensible one with shorter bike ride and hike up a shapely Corbett on a path of the sort that comes and goes being easily lost. Still freezing cold - at one point I found some icicles hanging from a peat gryke. It was so windy on top Walt stayed in his rucksack lid harness. With indecision I made a postcard so you can enjoy the spring flowers and a few of the extensive display of Cannich teapots in the village centre.