On top of Carnethy, all covered in cheese...

....I lost my poor meatball, when somebody sneezed...

A choice between the Hibs/Hearts derby or an afternoon in the Pentland Hills was no contest really; just like the Hibs defence. At 1900 feet, it's not much more than a big lump, but the north wind was up (as you can see by the frost crusted nor'facing hillside) and it made hunkering down in the ancient cairn (500-1000BC) a necessity. Fortunately, we were well prepared with a flask of tea, chicken sandwiches and Kendal mintcake. We pretended the sheep were toxic polar bears intent on catching and killing us on the way up, but Owen was in no mood for play on the trudge down because he had frostbite in his bum....apparently.

Cracking day out on the lowland hills, and sets me up well for Shepherds Pie and a glass of Orkney Brewery Northern Light this evening. All good.