The cost of the cake was conveniently hidden.
"The spirit was already aloft, I was pulling on my boots" - W H Murray, Mountaineering in Scotland
Unfortunately the posts are few and far between at the moment having no signal for most of the time.
The car park at Dalrigh was almost full and we just managed to get a slot for the motorvan. Nearly everyone there would be heading for the Munros we guessed, primarily Ben Lui, Beinn Dubhchraig and Ben Oss. We, however, would be on our own and so it was except for two folk on our Gleann Auchreoch track who'd mistaken it for the WHW. A quick confab and they were retracing their steps.
After passing stands of Scots pines the forest edge was reached and we took to the hill. We stopped often to take in the fabulous scenery recalling the many days spent here, in another life, it seemed. In due course Lochan Fiarach revealed itself along with many other smaller pools not shown on the map and after some squelchy walking following a fence - wire everywhere Conrad, barbed and otherwise - the small summit cairn, sitting on the dolerite wall, was reached. We dropped down to have a look and couldn't resist an easy scramble back to the top.
A long lunch in the sun viewing the views, back along the broad ridge then down into the hot glen.
Note: I'm grabbing any signal I can get so these posts are brief.