Jamie was only just 14, Jonathan just 16, both bdays in August, bank holiday coming up. We had always gone camping and walking in Scotland. The idea was that we'd get some male bonding away from the ‘little lady’, but the lads always fell out and bickered.

I wondered whether we should have a go at climbing a Munro this time - it's a mountain over 3000ft in Scotland and I'd always told my lads they were named after us, as Munro's our name. I’d done dozens of Munros but never with my lads. Should we go?

We went. On the way meatloaf belted out ‘Bat out of Hell’ and we sang along and I felt my lads bonding.

We pitched the tent in Glen Etive next to the Beuchaille, she was ours tomorrow. Jamie struggled in a 100mph horizontal gale, or so it seemed, to light a fire, as Jonny laughed in the tent, I joined him watching Jamie, who gave up in the end, and came to bed laughing,
I heard a bonding.

The next day it looked like rain, we started up the Beuchaille, on the scree slope I crossed over, Jamie looked scared but Jonny helped him get across, I saw a bonding.

We reached the top in cloud, our first Munro, three Munro’s on a Munro just as the cloud parted for a minute or two, what a view, over Rannoch Moor, down Glen Etive, and across to the Black Mount and turn around for the splendour of Glen Coe. On the descent I knew we had bonded.

On the way down it rained and didn’t stop, but we didn’t stop laughing, a memorable weekend. It made me think of my brother who I fell out with last year. Why couldn't that be us?