Alex Kelso: A wee shite if you do it by walking the whole way in along the track when they've been cutting down trees, and on a still day when accompanied by three zillion six-legged winged companions of many and varied species, all biting.
John Hipwood: My worst hill of the year. There were tree roots, holes and every booby trap known and unknown to man - just imagine the swearing. My nomination for a wee shite.
Peter Collins: Worst hill of 2005 was undoubtedly Dun Leacainn, tackled from the south through the forest, which ripped off my hat, map case and glasses several times before getting to the foot of the 30-metre blade of rock which bars the way, needing a big detour to the north. If anyone finds my glasses in the depths, I will pay £50 for their return.
Alan Dawson: You never know your luck. I was reunited with a long-lost walking pole last year, which had lain contentedly in the forest undergrowth on the east face of Crock for over three years, until Jimmy White found it, cleaned it and got in touch. The thread still works too. Leki me. Thanks Jimmy.
