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outside I went up a hill, two hills in fact, for the first time in a long time. Driesh and Mayar, a pair of Munros in Glen Clova. Near whiteout conditions were enjoyed on both summits along with some haribo tangfastics. ⛶↗  Fig 0: above Corrie Fee, looking back at where I'd come from. made of meat When emptying the recycling I plunged my hand into a bag unaware that it contained broken glass. This yielded a reasonably deep cut on my thumb,[1] just above the c...