There really is nothing I enjoy more than climbing on things.
While I see no problem with my penchant for ascending to the back of the sofa, or pioneering a new route via the chair and onto the writing desk, my human Gail seems to think that my urge for height is an instinct that needs to be "channelled". (Especially now she is down to her last unchewed pen...)
In Scotland we have 282 mountains over the height of 3000 ft and they are known as Munros, after Sir Hugh Munro who first catalogued them back in 1891. Climbing these hills is popularly known as 'Munro bagging' and Gail declared this weekend that she considers me now to be "Munro ready".
She came to this conclusion after a wintery walk around Loch Kinord on Saturday.
We took a small diversion to visit 'Burn O'Vat', a dramatic water-scoured glacial feature accessed by clambering over boulders and through a narrow gap in the rock.
Apparently my predecessor Bouncing Bertie was so frightened by this entrance he had, like the child in the picture below, to be carried in*.
Of course, I hardly need tell you, I was totally unfazed and nearly pulled Gail over on the wet slippery rocks in my eagerness to explore this fascinating natural landmark.
So, with rock climbing credentials verified, Munros it is, this summer. But which one of the 282 to tackle first? Perhaps some of my readers might like to peruse this link and make a suggestion. Although I've been warned in advance that Gail is absolutely on no account prepared to take me up the Inn Pinn...
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| The Inacessible Pinnacle on Skye - photo from Guardian website |
*Gail says: Bertie was too embarrassed to record this episode in his blog!
