I count myself a little unfortunate in that a couple of years into logging walks I was near incapacitated and so had to almost rethink and relearn everything to do with planning a walk. And then two years ago I was near incapacitated and had to relearn again!
Not sure if this is a related matter but I've certainly noticed from logging reports an imbalance in how my efforts are distributed across the year. In short, I feel more optimism and energy and ambition going from winter through to summer than from summer through to winter. In the spring I am full of plans but now, in autumn, I feel full of caution and limited ambition. Is it just a trick of the mind responding in different ways to different directions of temperature change I wonder. But surely spring and autumn are just differently coloured mirrors of each other and maybe I just need to assert my will over my body.
In fact, when I think about it, it was only really over these last five years that I committed to at least one walk per month so even my extra effort for the first half of the year was somewhat artificially induced. Whatever, I am grateful to myself for having made that seemingly simple commitment of a walk a month for it took me to unexpected places, particularly in light of injury and illness.
So can I command myself to get me somewhere more exotic these next few months or will I make do with the likes of Mount Blair? I think it will be the latter because that just seems to be me and how I've worked out how to keep to my walk a month; expend my energy and ideas over the first half of the year and then look for simple to plod up/down targets for the rest. I'm not ruling anything out though.
All that said, I really enjoyed my bound up and down Mount Blair. I was a bit nervous about walking through some agitated cows with calves but I spoke to then to try to distract them from thoughts of pursuit and trampling and I gave a wide berth to a couple that did take steps towards me.
Pleasantly surprised by the mild ascent but really hit with a cold blast at the top and for some of the descent. Still, a grand panorama of the Angus Glens. I couldn't identify too much of what I saw but I like a bit of a mystery still left to investigate. All too easy now with peakfinder.org but for now I'm happy enough not knowing exactly what was what.
Amazing colours on the trees now and a dusting of snow on the higher tops. Autumn colours seem to have arrived very suddenly this year.
DSC01319 by John Little, on FlickrThe morning's target from the east. I discovered that it's a far shorter drive via Glenshee than via the A90. Now I know.
DSC01323 by John Little, on FlickrZoom looking north from a bit further along the road.
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DSC01330c by John Little, on FlickrA lot of cows and calves ahead. Is this sensible, I wonder.
DSC01331 by John Little, on FlickrManaged to sneak past the nervy cows and bypass the more agitated ones. Now I can relax on the other side of the gate.
DSC01334 by John Little, on FlickrDusting of snow on the higher tops.
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DSC01339 by John Little, on FlickrLooking northish.
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DSC01368 by John Little, on FlickrSchiehallion.
DSC01369 by John Little, on FlickrShade and light.
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DSC01401 by John Little, on FlickrView south east.
DSC01410 by John Little, on FlickrEye-catching colours on the way home.
