Every time I tried to convince myself I liked pork pies, one bite would tell me otherwise. They used to stare at me every day, tempting me from the chilled cabinet at work, sitting above scotch eggs and cocktail sausages, which I’d put in the same category.
Easy it ain’t. Well done for pulling them both off in a day and joining a small club. I expect I’m perhaps unique in that I approached them from Linn of Dee, finally getting to Beinn Bhreac at 9pm, after a 2pm departure from the Linn, and taking on the two “nearby” Munros of An Sgarsoch and Carn an Fhidhleir en-route. You and I discussed this route as an option for you.
Next year? 