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I was at last ‘having a go’ at the King of them all — the Lairig Ghru. I had read and heard of so many tales of woe, of monumental efforts usually in unbelievable weather, that the Lairig had become something of a myth to me. It was high time it became reality. The start, from the Aviemore side, was unpretentious enough —a neat green sign pointing down a woodland path stating simply “Footpath to Braemar via Lairig Ghru”.