We had a lovely week in Donegal with our friends Steve and Heather and their kids – beaches, surfing, cycling, horseriding – but no hills!  After we’d returned home, they bravely headed off on a camping holiday at various points along the west coast of Scotland – the weather, by now, having returned to standard Scottish summer ‘changeable’!  They called in to see us on their way back south, and after a long drive, Steve was keen for a walk, preferably going up something.  Sensing a ‘two birds with one stone’ opportunity, I quickly located a hill with a name we could go up, fairly close to home (time was limited), and off we went.  Loss Hill is a fairly unremarkable rounded lump at the west end of the Ochils, we approached it round the edge of a ploughed field, over a fence and up.  But the views were great – past Dumyat over the Forth valley, west and north to Ben Lomond, the Trossachs, the Perthshire hills.  And the company was splendid, thank you Steve!