Drive, north, pitch tent, revel in the cold, clear Cairngorm air and look at a cerulean blue sky between the red branches of the trees. Saddle up and hit the trail, bound for a relic of a time gone by, Utsi’s hut. The Swedish herder reintroduced reindeer to the area in the mid 1950’s. They are spectacular animals – I love seeing them and they are well established now.
Take some of the lesser travelled trails, grinning despite the growing wind, then drizzle, then hail and finally persistent rain.
Shivering, the smile remains and after some warming food, a wee dram and the maps are broken out to plan for the next day.