It was minus 6 at 8am and the paths are a sheet of ice. This picture is taken at the top of Dreggie, a steep winding road that leads to Glen Beg. This estate is a small one, 20,000 acres (and not an acre for sale!) and is an active shoot. The scaredy Pip can only enjoy this walk on Sundays, when they can't shoot and after Feb 1st. Today there wasn't shooting until we were nearly down the other side. The views across to the Cairngorms are variable but today The Hill (as Cairn Gorm is called) was clear.
The ski ing started last weekend, after the storm. We have ski-ed the area many years ago when it was a lot quieter. Now the price and the queues are reasons enough not to bother on the weekend, but I have my crumbling knees to prevent any downhill ski -ing anyway.
The best day ever in my brief ski career was on Cairn Gorm but going on mountain skis. We left the car park and ski tows way behind and climbed up and up, away from all the crowds and there was just our small group and our guide. It was breath taking and I will always love the mountains in winter more than the summer.
I'm no mountaineer though. So now, I walk around at 1000 - 2000 feet and ski in the woods and tracks (cross country) and look in awe at the beauty and grandeur of The Hill.
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