Between Carn an Fidhlier and this mountain there is a substantial drop into a boggy bealach. The descent is in shadow and holds an increasingly unstable cornice. During the ascent on the sun side, assorted amphibians seemed to grow out of the ground with the heat. At the top I surveyed the familiar profile of the Cairngorms to the north and contemplated the next day’s journey. I found a camp on the northern slopes in a damp little hollow that was warmed immediately by the morning sunrise.
From my camp at the head of the Water of Tarf to the summit ridge of this mountain was a short climb. It was a glorious day. I lingered along its length admiring the views and being thankful for my life.
The walk up this mountain is straightforward and never steep. Snowbanks receded under the sun. At the end of the day I made camp at the watershed of the Water of Tarf and the River Bruar. This is the best time to be in the mountains.
This was Shona’s first Munro ever. She did not like the interminable plod up the stony estate track, but enjoyed the long summit and the wildlife. There was still a lot of snow on the peaks to the north and west. It was a warm spring afternoon.
I Lang hae thought, my youthfu' friend, A something to have sent you, Tho' it should serve nae ither end Than just a kind memento: But how the subject-theme may gang, Let time and chance determine; Perhaps it may turn out a sang: Perhaps turn out a sermon. - Robert Burns