So today, my dad, my dog Brin, and myself climbed (looks up proper spelling on internet) Meall Fuar Mhonaidh. Which is pronounced Malfoorvany as far as I'm concerned. Anyways, it was a really good day for doing it in some ways, because it was pretty frosty underfoot, so the various parts of the trek which are usually boggy were much easier to traverse. The first bit of the walk is pretty steep for a while, and as a result of my distinctly short hair cut, I had sweat streaming down my face. Which was a pretty distinct "Fuck My Life" moment. But once it flattened out a bit this situation was fixed. There was still quite a bit of snow as we reached the top, which sits at 699 metres above sea level. I've never really done any hill climbing in snow before, and I have to admit, going up wasn't so bad, coming back down was pretty terrifying though!!! Brin had a few slidy moments over icy patches, due to his inherant state of wrecklessness. Oh, and he tried to eat snow. I say tried to, he succeeded. It was phenomenally cold and windy once we got to the top, where we got some amazing views, but after a short time we just wanted to head back home!! We managed to brave a very quick lunch at the top, and I really don't think a cheese roll tastes any better than outside and on top of a hill.