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Munro number 58 in the bag: Fionn Bheinn. 933m/3,061ft. Chinook’s favourite part of the day: finding an abandoned ball at the summit. Juno’s favourite part of the day: finding 29 mushrooms and telling me they each look like a ‘fun-ghi’. My fave part of the day: all of it...

Someone wrote a route description of this hill that used the word ‘featureless’ quite a lot. Agree to disagree buddy ...found it had quite a few redeeming features. 🤙🏼🏔

Feeling fairly confident this *could* be the last bit of summer, I took the wee one and the wolf on an impromptu camping/paddleboarding trip to Loch Achilty, (including a detour to Rogie Falls on the way back home). The little lady has now announced she would like to be a pro paddleboarder when she grows up. PM if you’re interested in sponsorship opportunities...

For my 50th (...Munro, calm down peeps) I was looking for something unique, so I packed up the girls and headed for Ben Hope (Hill of the Bay), the most northerly Munro in Scotland. On a clear day, you can see Orkney in the east and the Atlantic disappearing into the western sky ...and a clear day is exactly what we got. Aside from a ‘minor’ trig point meltdown over a lost green stone, it was the perfect day. ‘Where there is life, there is hope.’

That time my neighbour Martin (AKA Coleslaw) managed to keep up with me and Chinook on two epic Munros. I think he’s on a contract with Satan himself...or the devil incarnate?

The Munro bagging journey continues... usually I’m all about the mountains, but yesterday, it was the clouds that had me mesmerised, no joke. One of the most stunning displays by Mother Nature I’ve ever seen. 🏔☁️ 19/282

Joined again by Martin the neighbour as the Munro bagging journey continues. Now at 31/282 with Meall a'Chrasgaidh (934 metres/3,064ft), Sgurr nan Clach Geala (1,093 metres/3,585ft) and Sgurr nan Each (923 metres/3,028ft). Currently 11% complete... this oughta keep me and the wolf busy for a while. 🤔😅

When I got up yesterday, I was in two minds about whether to just stay lowkey and have a rest day, or head out to the hills again. Then I saw the weather report. Looked like it was going to be the last clear day for at least a week. So I pulled myself up by my bootstraps and bagged a couple more Munros: Tom a' Choinich (1.112m/3,648ft) and Toll Creagach (1,054m/3,458ft). Can’t say I regret it... She’s not confirmed verbally, but I think Chinook agreed with this call. 🤔 Moral of the story? Always go. ...We’ll sleep when we’re dead right? 🤙🏼😂☺️ 33/282