As a little girl I can always remember my dad packing his kit and donning his walking boots for a weekend away climbing the Munros of Scotland. Or the whole family joining him for the annual Burns Supper with
The Cairngorm Club. I have always seen his climbing achievements as something really incredible and the sense of community something unlike anything else. Dad even scaled the Matterhorn back in the day when safety equipment encompassed little more than a rope, a hard hat and a hope for the best attitude. He has many an adventure story to tell.
I am only just starting out in my hillwalking career but I would like to have some interesting tales to tell others too, so what better place to start training that the beautifully picturesque
Loch Muick, which lies within the boundary of the Balmoral Estate.
