I had finally secured 2 consecutive days off work by putting in some overtime. As I drove to Macduff via the Braemar road, I began to relax into the drive and looked forward to heading along Glen Derry and getting a couple of Munros done. Until the ill-placed metal component on the road decided to puncture my front tyre. I limped into the Spittal of Glenshee and began the onerous task of replacing the tyre. The space-saver wheel was equipped to perhaps take the car up to speeds of 50mph and what with ailing granny looking forward to a visit from no.1 grandson, at 1200, I made the decision to head to Macduff and forego the hills until tomorrow. So, with new tyre replaced, I was driving back to Braemar and decided to grab a wee Corbett before getting home. At 1600, I parked beside the wee duck pond and a group of mallards came to see what the fuss was all about. Very talkative they were too. It didn't look much of an ascent and with my new wedding gift from my lovely, I was able to calibrate my height and move off. It is far too easy to get distracted by technology however and I had to stop looking at LCD progress and take in the views across to Lochnagar, Glen Derry (see you soon) and beyond. The path was well constructed and after I wandered by 5 cairns (purpose?), I could see the horrible summit apparatus. I was at the summit within the hour and took a seat beside the monstrosity - made for an interesting pic though. I had some fiery chilli nuts, a scoof of juice/ginger/pop (depends where you come from) and pegged it down to the car - a rather splendid wee stretch, summit keech aside.
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