
I set of on Friday at 6pm from the ski resort. First up Glas maol. Easy peasy
Next up cairn of claise, also easy peasy
Sun was beginning to drop but I managed Carn an tuirc
I decided to just track round towards tolmount, but find somewhere to camp before hand. Made camp just over before ca whims below some little tors.
I had a terrible night sleep because I had made the stupid mistake of leaving my inflatable mat in van to save a bit of weight. Big mistake as the moors tried to suck the heat out of me all night. Then at early o clock ptarmigan decided to start calling on the tor above the tent

Next morning I woke up easy enough but couldn't be bothered getting up

After making a coffee, I finally got up and 10 hours after making camp I finally got going again. 30 mins later I was on tolmount
But then the clag rolled in
This was the point at which it got tricky. I dropped down to the glen between here and the knaps of fafernie. Only to find snow blocking the gulley.
I had no clue how deep or solid and it seemed to stretch in to the distance in both directions. In the clag I could see no end to it. Being by myself there'd be no one to help me out if I fell through. I started heading south looking for a suitable crossing point. Finally found a suitable bit below tom buidhe. After that it was a long bog slog through the knaps of farfernie to Fafernie then over to cairn bannoch.
I thought about nipping round to do the three at lochnagar but knowing the terrain that waited on the way back I figured I'd leave those three for another day. I headed on to broad cairn. The clag was finally lifting!
Another bog slog back to crow craigies then up tom buidhe
Finally began making a bee line back towards glas maol. It was at this point I saw my first humans! All heading towards tom buidhe

By now I was running out of oomph but wanted to get my last one Creag leacach. Stopped for some munches on glas maol and looked over. Seemed like a nice easy shoulder then up the best looking hill I'd seen in the last 20 hours. Not the grassy lumps I'd been on. This gave me the perk I needed.
At the top I looked down at the road and decided I didn't like the look of walking along it. There was another path below but it looked like quite an ascent on tired legs with a heavy pack.
I headed back towards glas maol and at 920mtrs I contoured round to pick up a faint sheep track onto Meall odhar. It got a bit steep and hairy at some streams but I made it ok. Back down to the van for 6pm. 24 hours but 8 munros and by some miracle, no ticks!

