I may have told this story before… I spent six weeks in the Cairngorms taking photos of a proposed windfarm site for a contractor. On one of the more remote summits, an old guy steamed past me, just as I was wondering if I’d be able to get out of the mountains alive.
We had a swift chat through our drawn down hoods, as the hail and snow bounced off us. He’d climbed every munro ten years previously, and was now repeating some of his favourites. This was 12 miles from the nearest road, over extremely rough, steep going, including several river crossings.
Hardy bastard!