Defeated by deep snow and deteriorating weather this morning whilst trying to climb modest Mid Hill here in Orkney, all of 903' high. Thigh deep in places whilst stumbling across, or should I say into, peat banks, and the poor dog had 'snow balls' the size of oranges sticking to the fur of her back legs. Time to sound the retreat.
Apparently Mid Hill is classified a 'Marilyn', whatever that means
It is certainly the smallest hill that I have failed to climb.