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.
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!
btw, my WHW was a ‘regular plod’, not your amazing fast and light experience!
You lucky, lucky bugger. It looks amazing (the view, not the purple mug)
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)
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]
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)