Last month I headed with a group of friends for Beinn Mheadhoin, a remote mountain in the heart of the Cairngorms.

I first went this way almost thirty years ago, at the age of seventeen, when it became my third Munro after Ben Nevis and Cairngorm.

It was also the first Munro I had done on my own, it being at the start of three weeks in summer 1992 that would take me to the Cairngorms, across the Central Highlands to Lochaber, and to Knoydart. It was quite an adventure for seventeen year old me, and the first of many across the Scottish Highlands.

Later, in 2007, I went there in winter. Conditions were somewhat different to summer 1992, with the hills cloaked in snow.

In the present, it was at the end of a week in the hills in the east that had included the plateau of the Moine Mhor above Glen Feshie, The Fara by Loch Ericht, Creag Meagaidh, and Càrn Dearg Mòr by Glen Feshie.

But perhaps more to the point is that it was one day in a lifetime’s journeying in the hills, with many days past but I hope many days still to come.

• View in gallery: The Highlands; black and white