Tuesday - bloody glorious day in the East. Not a cloud in the sky. Everything looked good for tackling my first Munro on wednesday. Choose Ben Chonzie basically becasue it was the closest.
Wednesday - Arose at 8, looked out the window couldn't see to the bottom of my garden. Some ridiculous freak fog a engulfed Fife. I thought it might clear up, or be better nearer Ben Chonzie so set off anyway. Driving round the backroads past Ben Cleuch and the fog disappeared and it was another cracking day. Got to Gleneagles and the fog was back, pressed on but it was even worse when I got to the carpark so had to abandon ship. Couldn't see more than 5 metres in front of you, and didn't want to risk getting lost. GUTTED.
Had a wee trek at Vane Farm at Loch Leven instead. Got to the top of the hill and you were actually above the fog, quite a view in fact. Like being above the clouds when your in an airplane.
Going to try again next wednesday.
