On Bennachie by half nine-ish simply by virtue of an overnight horse/dog/housesitting gig.
Preternaturally still in the woods, damp and mild and `autumny` with that poignant smell of decay.
Almost a relief to break the treeline and then reach the top where a freshening breeze was swirling a few bits of wispy grey cloud around.
And if it wasn`t for an early start I`d be out now - stunning full moon and still mild. However, duty (and, on the radio if I get to bed quickly enough, the last few minutes of the Ryder cup)call.
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