Getting married and moving house meant that bagging was sidelined last year. I managed just eight new Marilyns, mostly around Aberfoyle, and mopped up a few Munro Tops in Glen Feshie in the snow. Most importantly, I finally got to the top of The Cobbler after two previous bail-outs. We did use a guide and were roped, but I felt justified as it was pouring with rain and I can confirm the soapy reputation of the rock there.
