Friends, collies, Munro buddies everywhere,
This was the brilliant bit, me and B at our very best out doing hill walking though – as I’ve said in the past – it is always accompanied by lots of huffing and puffing on B’s part. Even so, I thought 6am was a bit early to have to up paws and get going. As for having my breakfast at such an unearthly hour, even my tummy can’t cope with that. Well, O.K. it did, but it didn’t feel right.
We set off from our van on a nice big safe track but soon had to turn off onto a small, easily lost path. We kept going up and up and it got all horribly wet and boggy. In fact it was horrible under paw and, for a dog that doesn’t like getting dirty paws, it wasn’t nice at all. I wonder if B would buy me some nice boots, like hers, to keep my feet dry. Though, come to think of it, wellies might be a better idea keeping me spotless up to my tummy. After the boggy bit the peaty ground got drier and very spongy. That’s when B started stumbling over what are called hags. A little while later we got up onto the ridge and it was nice to see a cairn, because that’s about all we could see up there. Everywhere was so quiet except for the two men who had passed us earlier. One of them had come to say hello to me but I told him off. All this being away and sleeping in a van is very strange and making me even more nervous that normal. Anyway, the men were ahead of us now, so we just followed them and, before you could say Munro Buddy, I was having my photo taken at the top of my very, very, very, first Munro. It is called Meall Buidhe, but you don’t say it like that and it comes out very funny in barks. It means Yellow Hill, which sounds like it is a mountain for cowards. Perhaps that is because you have already driven up to 1,200 feet or more before you start. It didn’t matter to me I felt like a little hero anyway. To make it even better the cloud moved up a bit so we could see where we were for a couple of seconds, before it closed in again.
B put her phone on that frightening long stick thing, to prove we were there but, she hasn’t got the hang of doing it properly yet. I prefer the little one where just a small extension comes towards me. It makes me look better too!
After this we headed back and found our path down nice and easily, beside the cairn we had passed earlier. It was so quick going down, with none of the H & P business, and before we knew it we were back to the boggy bit, except it was worse. This was because B had lost the path, which I think was very careless. We were low enough to see and B seemed confident of the direction so I didn’t worry unduly but, boy did I have a good licking, clean up session, when we got back to my van and B was having a bite to eat.
You might think climbing a Munro was enough for one day but oh no, not us. We were soon off again. More next time. Need to get my claws trimmed for more typing, but zzzzs first.
Lots of love, Ben xx