Eastern Glenshee

I woke up at 2:30am and left home at 3am; two hours and 80 miles later I started climbing up the steep slopes of Creag Leachan, the first of six Munros I’d planned for the day. The sun was slowly appearing from behind the hills, the sky was spotlessly clear; only low temperature (-2 Celsius) and cold wind on the ridge flawed the sunrise. When the time for breakfast came I’d already bagged two Munros. At 12 noon I climbed the last planned Munro and an hour later I reached A93. Then I had to go back to my car along the road – and that was the most boring part of the day.