In reply to Basemetal:
I miss Bennachie a lot. It was my “local hill” for 38 years, so loads of memories. Going up with my grandparents and cousins, primary school trip where a couple of kids managed to break the skin on a liquid bog (clarted in peaty water up to the waist and had to go home on the bus wearing sarongs made out of travel rugs) and everyone got sunburn. Treks up in the moonlight, walks carrying fractious newborns to get them to sleep and a trail up out of the tree line in horizontal sleet whilst 7 months pregnant, pushing a toddler in a buggy, to scatter my dads ashes before moving away. He would have thought it was hilarious, especially the “downwind” part of the experience.
My last house in the shire had a view of it from my upstairs windows in the winter, when the trees were bare.
I try to make time for a visit on the rare occasion when I visit.