Behind the Wall of Sleep

Had a magic trip up North. A lot of weather and kit to talk about once I’m recovered from this mornings frighteningly early rise through liberal application of duvet.

You go away for a couple of days and it’s amazing what you miss. It always feels like longer when I’m one of these wee midweek galavants, I’ll be playing catchup until Tuesday. Pah, a mere bagatelle for the man proudly holding his new purple Snow Peak titanium mug, rescued from Blacks in Fort William’s High Street.

6 thoughts on “Behind the Wall of Sleep”

  1. Oh gawd, it felt a bit like that when I was called out at 2am this morning – only without the brilliant glow of having done something amazingly cool and ‘magical’!

    Last year on the WHW we’d stayed out a bit late in Fort Bill, and had to force ourselves to stay awake all the way back on the train to Glasgow – to try and soak in even more of the scenery! I slept the sleep of the just after that! But oh, what a brilliant journey…. I *shall* go back and investigate Corrour Station and Rannoch Moor some day [sigh]

    Looking forward to your ‘kit talk’ Petesy!

  2. It was magic, but my legs are stiff this morning. Too hot for me I think.

    Baz, Rannoch is definitely worth a wee explore. I camped out there last year on a couple of hills and it was fantastic.
    And maybe the WHW is better done as a plod, maybe not quite so emotional that way :o)

  3. I know it doesn’t sound much in this hallowed arena of 39 mile dayers, but when I pushed myself from Inverarnan through Tyndrum (where I’d planned to stop) on to Bridge of Orchy and did 20 miles in one day I was totally elated. I had this strange sensation of wanting to get to Bridge of Orchy Station…. yet not wanting the day to end.
    As a non-sportsman (never was into footie or the such) I got a small insight into why people take part in such activities, and I shall never forget that feeling. So yes, even with my plod it got quite emotional.
    This is all written from the 8th floor of an office block overlooking Berkshire… [deep sigh]

  4. It does feel good when you manage to do more than you expected. It lifts you and it does stay with you.
    Then next time I feel tired and sore, I now know I’ve got the reserves in there somewhere if I can find the motivation.

    And I know what you mean about not wanting it to end. “I’ll manage another mile or two, this is brilliant…”. Absolutely :o)

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