It’s the knees that get it. We came down in the dark on Sunday after spending way too long on the hill again. Exploring, fannying about, building sandcastles, don’t ask me I’m too busy having fun.
No trouble though, we could see the lights of civilisation twinkling at the southern end of Loch Lomond, headtorches were at the ready. But as we reached the track above the hydro scheme pipes the clouds started to clear and the moon gave us a pale, washed out 10W glow to see us safely down without draining our batteries.
When we reached the traffic through the gate at the end of the track it was like a slap in the face, bubble burst. Thoughts turn to boot drying, dinner, work tomorrow. And your knees.