Creag Ruadh GM/CS-092
Curban Beag GM/WS-271 (aka Mount Crumpit)
The week before Christmas, two friends went away
To the west of the Cairngorms for a very nice day
They drove and they drove, over the moors and a Mount
Past lochs and past rivers ‘til the satnav said Get Out!
They wiggled and jiggled to get through a fence
and to get on the hill and its heather so dense
With a squelch and a pant, they climbed up the hill
To the sky they did head, with the strongest of will
At the top, Hey a selfie, then the mince pies were scoffed
And the the radios came out and the masts raised aloft.
With a crackle, fizzle, schozle and chhaarkk
Some fifty four souls stepped up to the mark
Snow fluttered and muttered and buttered their heads
“let us leave this wild hill, before we both end up dead”
So Alex and Fraser dropped down from the top
Smashing and crunching their way down the drop
Their car came alive with a whirr and a pop
Said Alex to Fraser, "lets drive ‘til we stop.”
Whizzing along with the sun at the back
Said Fraser, “slow down or we’ll miss the next track”
A road to the left led to a bridge and a burn
That spirtled and gorgled and with speed did it turn
They screeched to a halt and did the tyres not complain
they would have to, much later, go back where they came
Mount Crumpit, it rose, like a knobbly old spire
While sheep in the field squished around in the mire
Our heroes set off, along side a fence
They climbed and they climbed without recompense
The steep little hill, made from slippery stuff
Meant chatting was breathless and they a good puff
The top lay ahead, but no, and Oh No!
A gully in front made for terrible woe
They slid down the slope with a yump and a thump
Then whistled and wheezed up the last bit of Crump
Mount Crumpit was theirs, and the final remark
was now Fraser had all hills In this National park.
Twenty nine good hams responded this time
From England and France and as far as The Rhine
Loud crackles and wrackles meant things came to a stop
But not before Whisky four Golf Oscar came in at the top!
They settled in shade for a fabulous feast
With whisky and cake but no six legged beast
With hearts full of cheer and bellies of beer
They ran from the top, without any fear
A slither a slide a squish and a plop
Meant it was a very quick ride to bottom from top
Then our friends parted ways, still full of the cheer
from the last of their hills in this fine old year.
With apologies to Dr. Seuss
