Mountaineer in training

It's been very frustrating. As you know, Scotland has mountains a plenty, all begging to be climbed by a lively WFT, but until now Gail has only taken me on relatively low level walks. Some ridiculous idea about not over-straining growing limbs, apparently. 

Anyway, now that I am nearly six months old and getting more robust by the day, my dear owner finally last week decided I was ready for an ascent of Millstone Hill, an elevation of just over 400 m and an old favourite of both my predecessors.

I learned that here, and I'm told this is the general rule for Scottish hills, no matter what the conditions when one leaves car car park it is always windy at the summit.