As Ash and I wanted to get started on our final 15 miles to Fort William at 8 am, the morning ritual of bag packing started at its usual, ridiculously early time with the customary undoing of Gigantor’s disgorging from the … Continued
My first look out of the Hobbit Hut at 7 am showed a landscape bereft of the mountains of the previous night. Somebody had clearly stolen those to the left, right and centre of me and if it wasn’t orcs or hobbits, … Continued
So, although yesterday was hard both physically and mentally, the luxury of two showers in the space of twelve hours, fluffy white towels, someone else cooking breakfast and the slim, but still potential, chance of seeing a troll as I … Continued
And the way to get your own back on the people that keep you up all night? Firebomb them with a burning Jetboil at 6am. Boom! (Not literally, thankfully). I am not entirely sure what happened, but my beloved camping … Continued
Exciting day on the trail: I get to change my socks for the first time. I mean, obviously, I am still wearing the same pants and T-shirt, but if I packed too many of those, I wouldn’t be able to … Continued
The morning started as it meant to go on: with extremes of weather: inside my tent, dry, warm and calm; outside, wet, cold and windy. This was a pity as it meant I had to overcome an overwhelming desire to … Continued
Oh the Irony should it be raining at the end of this day’s walk, then there wouldn’t be a dry woman, let alone Drymen in the house. Well, it would be ironic if it wasn’t for the fact that it … Continued
Day One travelling to Milngavie for the start of the West Highland Way.
So, here’s the thing: in a mere 17 days time on the 13th April 2017, I will be travelling up to Glasgow and then on to Milngavie to start The West Highland Way – a 95 and a half mile journey … Continued
This isn’t a walk I was particularly looking forward to. In my training, I decided that my preferred distance, depending on the terrain, is between 15 and 20 miles in a day, with anything over 25 becoming a definite slog. Imagine, … Continued