It looked such an innocuous little bump. My God, it was only 427m high! We used to swallow up those wee molehills on our way to much bigger things. It created mayhem did Dumgoyne…the little sod.
A few days prior our uncomfortable morning on King’s Seat above Dollar, The Fatdog and I had had a trifle more success on a much lesser bump on the landscape – Innerdouny Hill. This relatively insignificant wee hill lies to the east of the Yetts o’ Muckhart to Dunning road.
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