This is the kind of hill you climb solely to get a tick in the book. Even if the top wasn't covered in trees I don't think there'd be much of a view. As we approached the top on a cold, drizzly day, I was asking myself what on earth I was doing up there when I could have been climbing a more normal hill somewhere else. Anyway, we headed for what looked like the summit, and sure enough there was a pile of twigs, which at first I thought marked the top. Upon closer inspection however, the twigs were actually an arrow pointing towards another tree-covered knoll, which was the proper summit. The fact that someone else had 'suffered' White Top of Culreoch and taken time to make an arrow lifted my mood considerably. As I can't believe anyone other than Marilyn-baggers would climb this hill, I felt a real sense of camaraderie with our unknown benefactor.
