I immediately set off, accompanied only by my faithful amanuensis Buspasspartout, for the douce burgh of Crieff.
Within 45 minutes of disembarking from Mr. Morrison's gleaming charabanc in the square I had reached the rather striking indicator.
A study of the map, however, revealed that this particular HuMP is of the "recumbent Jordan" configuration, and that the true summit lay elsewhere. A brief descent into the cleavage and a slippery climb up through some forestry brought me to this
- one of the few summits in central Scotland from which people can not pretend to have seen the Forth Bridge, Arran, Big Ben, the Troll Wall etc !
And in the great showbiz tradition of "leave them with a song"
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