Can you see the hare?

Saturday was spent walking up Glen Clova to the very top and then heading over the plateau to Broad Cairn. I feel this Munro is very well named since it is definitely broad and round. A bit of a slog up a rocky slope. Difficult going since it was impossible to tell if the white stuff between the rocks was solid ice, deep snow, or just a light cover over an empty hole.

From Broad Cairn the next target was Cairn Bannock, which despite being a munro was basically just a pile of rocks sticking out of a smooth sea of ice. The route home was a long wind blasted trek along the open topped ridge of The Knaps of Fafernie. Possibly the nearest I will ever come to imitating Scott of the Antarctic. There was a steady biting wind from the West, it blew pin head ice particles before it and had no mercy. Wrapped in five layers, with winter boots was a strange experience of sensory deprivation. The landscape consisted of a flat white ice field, detailed with the fine thumbprint of the wind on the surface blown snow patches. The sky was a bowl of grey and inside my shell of heavy winter clothes the only thing I could feel was the wind pulling at my elbow and the fine particles of ice blown under the peak of my cap into my right eye. A very isolated experience.

Over to the right we saw another munro, Tom Buidhe, it reminded me of the glass mountain; round, white and featureless.

The walk off was long, arduous and tiring. But the day itself was unrivalled. I think everyone will remember today.