On our holiday to Skye I am privileged at last to have the opportunity to climb Glamaig. Just the very top is in cloud as I quite nervously set out across the initial boggy section. The trod peters out at the start of the main climb and is intermittent at best. I basically head straight up. Evidence of people passing this way is clear but it does not make any difference. It is basically pick you way up steep ground, intermittent scree and rock. I am really enjoying it and feeling good. This is really what being out on the hill is all about. In some ways I am glad to reach the top but it comes too soon. I think of the Ben race in a few weeks. Only another 2000 feet more than this. I do not dwell on the summit as I cannot see more than 30-40 meters and it is now raining. As I turn to descend it is very unclear which way to go, it all looks the same. After a short run and then some scree I see a line of fence posts that I know from the map will take me too far south. I cut across right and follow trods and more scree. The mist has dropped lower now. I quickly check the map and take a bearing. Then head down. Not the perfect line but am where I want to be. No where near Thornthwaite Crag!! I soon pick up the trod back to the road. Perhaps not the best racing line but hopefully I will find that out some day. After concentrating hard for the entire run I now feel a great sense of relief and achievement. I smile to myself for the rest of the day. Happy to eat, have a drink and just be.
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