I’d had my eye on Ben Rinnes during the week, but a late change of plan meant a diversion to Banchory Show, and an altogether shorter race.
Sunshine soaked up, dog show done, plastic cow milked, it was time to race. Departing the showfield, the mission was out and back to the summit of Scolty. No map, no markers, no marshalls. I knew part of the way, from around half way up, but the first mile or so was a mystery so I tucked in with some locals. Soon enough the pack split up, and I was sitting in second, gradually losing ground on the leader. The gap increased on the final climb, and then again on the tricky descent. On the way back, a Deeside Runner was in hot pursuit, and graciously gave navigation tips. Legs shot, I was sure I was going to be caught but somehow managed to hold it together for 2nd place, finishing with a lap of the showfield, dodging pipebands and tug of war battles.