Dumyat

I went over to Stirling this morning and me and my friend Dee, fulled by homemade scones she had baked this morning, went out on the icy roads to Sherrifmuir and up Dumyat. She tested out her new wellies in plenty of icy puddles and I slipped up and down significant portions of the hill while collecting mud at the bottom of my jeans.

The views were fantastic today, Dumyat is at the end of the Ochil Hills and the river below is the Forth snaking it's way from the Trossachs to the Firth of Forth.

A right good day.