The year was topped and tailed on Speyside. January 1st with Hilary, floundering in deep powder snow on a sparklingly clear day on Creagan a'Chaise; Hogmanay with Alison on a circuit of the three Corbetts at the head of the Feshie / Tromie, making good use of the frozen ground, all available daylight and mini-Petzls.
In between, judicious monitoring of weekend weather forecasts (thanks, Radio Scotland), and good fortune in the choice of a week away to the north-west at Easter, resulted in some truly memorable days. Highlights:
Closer to home, shorter days often spent running around in my orienteering 'pyjamas'; man-eating heather on Benarty Hill; running on Dumyat, two hours after the party (and boy, could I have done with some cake that day); the rocky summits of Dumglow; an owl on Deuchar Law. And all, or indeed any of these, were infinitely more interesting than my new personal high-point of the lump of Quandary Peak, Colorado, though by all accounts July in Alberta and Colorado was preferable to being at home in Edinburgh.