One thing led to another and, to pass the journey, I decided to calculate how many I had actually done. Skye was encouraging. Apart from that, a clutch in the Cairngorm, a sprinkling in the north west and a family expedition to the top of Ben Nevis was the best I could muster… I then began to co-ordinate the sketch maps in the book with the ground the train was passing through and by the time we reached Loch Long I realised that I must have been almost within touching distance of some forty or fifty hills which were graced by the title, Munro. There was, however, one affair that puzzled me. Despite my failings in Glencoe, I knew that I had been to the top of Garbh Bheinn, the highest point in the district of Ardgour… Yet, no matter how I searched, I could find no mention of Garbh Bheinn in the Munro Tables. At last the truth was revealed. An inferior table showed to my disappointment that it was only 2,835 feet above sea level and as such didn’t count. How quickly does the rot set in.