Every once in a while comes a rare day when everything just works, even though it shouldn't.
Dodgy back, banjaxed knees, starting time silly o'clock, have to be home by noon to evict the crows from my chimney and cut the grass before it becomes silage. None of these matter when you can see the Blackstairs and the Reeks, the sky is bluer than the bluest blue thing, and even though it's April shorts and tee shirts are ok on top of the Galtys with no danger of frozen dangly bits dropping off. Linkback: https://mountainviews.ie/summit/41/comment/19907/