Armed with my new camera, I grabbed some lunch and jumped on my train back to Blair. At Blair I retrieved my rucksack from the campsite warden, and I hit the road at more or less exactly 2pm.It was a fine, clear day and I WANTED those Munros ... so I decided that I would do them, no matter what. I had a good 7 hours of daylight, and then a fair bit of twilight. It was enough. I might have to pitch a little bit short of my planned camp at Falls of Tarf; but I was going to do it.
I took the road through Middlebridge towards Monzie, politely declining a lift up the hill
from a kindly motorist who clearly thought me mad! And as I approached them, those Munros just looked more and more enticing ...
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