My husband and I took up Munro bagging in 2006. On our third outing we got caught in a white-out and walked off the wrong side of the hill (in other words we got lost), but we lived to tell the tale.
Oh it was you, Sir Hugh, who started it all, for cataloguing great big hills
I realise that size meant everything to you, but 3000ft, well I ask you
Why couldn’t you have made it just a few feet more
Thanks to you, in all, there’s 284
And I’ve joined that band of hikers who will give it a go
Just to say I’ve bagged another Munro.
I’ve polished up my boots, and filled my haversack
With waterproofs, a hat and gloves, and this and that
I’ve got my map and compass, some Mars Bars and the like
Cos me and my man are going to take a hike
So we walked, and talked, and got very brave, and went climbing in the winter too
I felt just like Ed Hilary with crampons on, he with his ice-axe like James Bond
We strode up Ben Macdui at a cracking pace
But didn’t see the white-out that stared us in the face
And because we were so gallus, we found out to our cost
No doubt about it, we were lost
I’ve polished up my boots, and filled my haversack
With waterproofs, a hat and gloves, and this and that
I’ve got my map and compass, some Mars Bars and the like
Cos me and my man are going to take a hike
I’m glad to say, that day, we managed it home, and saw the funny side of it
Our navigation skills are so much better than then
With confidence we drive each other round the bend
I’ve really got the bug of this hiking palaver
I go weak at the knees when he wears his balaclava
And when the wild is calling, we drop everything and go
So won’t you bring it on Sir Hugh Munro
I’ve polished up my boots, and filled my haversack
With waterproofs, a hat and gloves, and this and that
I’ve got my map and compass, some Mars Bars and the like
Cos me and my man are going to take a hike
Yes me and my man are going to take a hike
