I wasn't sure whether to do this report but I'd like to write it in memory of Davie Leighton, my great uncle. I attended his funeral on Friday, in Keith and as I have done previously with both my grandpa and gran, I decided to head in to the hills to dedicate my peak to someone dear. As Ben Rinnes was only 12 miles from Keith, I chose this one. His funeral was sad but there were many amusing tales which made me smile - apologies for the doric. "One day, fan Davie was just a loon he wid whistle farever he went. One day, deeing his paper roond, an auld man spoke up and said "Davie, fit's that yer whistling?" Davie replied "The Northern lights of Old Aberdeen." The old man replied "Well, pit them oot!" Davie was a promising fitba player and one day a knock on the door came from none other than Alf Ramsay. However, when put to his father that he might head down for a trial with Man United, his father said "Get yersel a proper job!" What could have been. Davie the ba' was a kind man who never really grew up and he'll be sorely missed. A character like no other - "I feel a thoosand percent". As I parked up, it was a beautiful day and the path was very obvious. Before long, I had made significant progress and the views were opening up to Corriehabbie Hill and beyond. The dome of Ben Rinnes was not far away and I did feel that Davie was with me as I walked towards the summit. A lovely and uncomplicated wee hill and as I sat with my two fairy cakes for my snack, I felt at peace and felt a bit closer to the Man himself. I just hope he realises how good a player he has on his ain team now.
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