Having just returned from Cronie’s and my morning walk, I’ve been standing on our terrace under a perfect azure sky, gazing across the mirror-calm Beauly Firth.
Away in the distance our nearest Munro, Ben Wyvis, Glas Leathad Mor, 3432 feet high, known locally as The Ben, is so flamboyantly white with snow that it’s almost too much. I conquered The Ben five years ago – a month before reaching my eighth decade – so it has a special place in my heart.
Legend has it that Clan Munro were granted all the surrounding land by their king on condition they would always be able
