Callater

Lack of accommodation in Deeside led me to walk up Glen Callater, lit by the full moon, to sleep in the bothy. Up at 06:00, I walked out over the top of a hill which took my fancy [turned out to be Meall an t-Slugain (849m)]. Stretched my legs going up and had some fun running down. It isn't a "tick" of any kind, but I didn't mind.

Had a good first leg run for our club in the Scottish Relays in the same beautiful forest as yesterday without mis-punching [still don't like EMIT!] then drove home.

Quality weekend!