A short hop and skip along the A86, from the deep layby where we had abandoned Bertie, was a gate in a deer fence and, to my surprise, beyond it was a clear grassy/snow covered track. In fact, this hill involved a lot more 'path' (mainly just trodden lines) than I expected.
The snow didn't become a consistent blanket until we were above 500m. From there we were most pleased that some chap had walked our route yesterday. More time would have been spent path finding, and progress would have been slower slogging through the snow, if we hadn't had some nice big footprints to follow.
It took us an hour and a half to get to the top and just over an hour to get back down - a fact I mention because it was startling how much less snow there was on the lower slopes as we descended than there had been such a short time earlier. In place of that snow were paths now masquerading as streams.
The outing came in at 4.8 miles with 550m of ascent. Here are a few snaps:

Mick, shortly before I nipped past him to make it to the top before him

I'm the king of the castle...

View to the east from summit

And the view to the west

Heading back down

Definitely less snow down here than there had been an hour or so earlier. Still stunning snowy views, though.
Looks great with the snow. It is tricky in Scotland because OS doesn't show footpaths, except for the old established stalkers' paths, but there is nearly always a path of some sort once you are embarked. My friend Pete lays great store by finding 'footprints" and is never daunted when I tell him the perpetrator may also have been lost.
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