The first hill

This is the story of the very first hill I climbed, the Merrick, a Corbett in Southern Scotland. The day that started it all. My love of the outdoors, my appreciation of the mountains, my skill at packing a lunch in under five seconds and my worrying collection of fleeces. Seriously, they are everywhere. It was a day of sweating and swearing. It was amazing. Continue reading “The first hill”


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