So what is the best moment of a day’s walking in the mountains?
Is it sitting on the top, sheltering from the wind and eating your sandwiches while looking at the view?
Or is it that wonderful moment when you take off your boots at the end of the day, knowing that a big mug of tea isn’t too far away?
Or wandering along a ridge, enjoying the rewards a hard hour’s graft up the steep slopes?
No, the best moment is when you pull your rucksack on, look up to the tops, and set off; a spring in your step and joy in your heart at the anticipation of another day in the hills.