Monadhliath Munros (7)

Once I had a good path I made good progress, and I was soon out of the cloud. I turned and took a last photograph looking back up the Allt a' Chaorainn, and then I pressed on back down to Newtonmore, where I settled in to the hostel for the night. It had been a wonderful day on the hills. Cold and wet, next to no visibility, uncrossable streams, a vicious wind in the bealach and two Munros under my belt. I absolutely loved it. Mrs B, by contrast, would have hated it ... but Mrs B wasn't here.