An alternative look at the great outdoors...
To my shame, on the cross-country to Glenshee next day, in my attempt to top another Corbett I led them astray, rendering the day probably harder than it would have been. However, Jim soldiered on, morale much boosted by his wife's visit to join him in Spittal of Glenshee Hotel. Having ascertained the previous day that this establishment had a room and was not too expensive, I had decided after six nights' camping to have another de-ponging night. My spouse was also brave enough to come up and join me that Saturday night at my invitation, leaving it late enough for me to shower first! Mind you, when one of our sons came too, the hotel was suddenly not quite so inexpensive - but I'm sure the half-day up Creag Leacach next morning did them both a world of good, as well as providing me with good company and a luxury picnic lunch. (Tell it not in Gath, but the picture betrays that young Murdo and I swapped packs for a bit: not a hanging offence, I trust, Roger? You wouldn't have had me damage a young man's ego, I'm sure.)
After they turned back, I proceeded from Creag Leacach over Glas Maol and Cairn of Claise. Instead of going on north to Lochcallater Lodge, I turned east over Tom Buidhe (beautiful path, not on the map), opting for vetter Peter Goddard's suggestion that I camp high, between Tolmount and Crow Craigies, the more easily to summit more Munros next day. This despite John Donohoe's telephone advice that a cold front from the north was approaching....Doh!! At least I had camped by a tributary burn which would lead me down to White Water and Glen Clova.