So yesterday Russell and I hiked to the top of Ben Nevis.
It was a long day - a 10 mile round trip, and Britain's highest mountain to get up in the middle of that. I'd not been out in the mountains for over a year, and Russell has not
done that much mountaineering, but it was a fine day - tough but good.
We were even blessed with a fair bit of snow above three thousand feet, which made the going even harder, but added to the majesty of the mountain.
Even when the conditions got wintery Davies drove on.
Of course tea and the odd Mars Bar were taken, but onwards we went, mile after mile, higher and higher.
And soon we reached the summit, I pulled a funny face to acknowledge the significance of the occasion, Russell looked tired (to signify that he was feeling tired).
We took lunch on the summit and had a little snooze, though not too long, as the weather closed in (I think Russell might have some good pictures of the almost 'white out' conditions).
The walk down is always a bitch, so we approached using an ultra new alpine style of mountaineering, which involves listening to ipods and using an air guitar (as required).
Tea and a chin-wag followed in the shadow of The Ben.
Before the obligatory bath (separate).
The legs are a little stiff today, but nothing too tragic - more that good feeling you get when you've used them properly.
Word has clearly got around that we will be passing through many towns and cities on our quest to walk up the Nevis. So all along our route local bloggers and fans have come out to wish us luck, say hello, and cheer us on.
Off to Scotland this weekend to stroll up Ben Nevis (should the weather allow it). I feel quite modern as I'm writing this from the train, while Russell pens his latest campaign column. Internet on trains, whatever next - phones in cars?
Just passed Newark, not sure where that is, but about an hour and half outside of London (on the way to Scotland). We've just upgraded to First Class, the sun is shining, I've got a bacon sandwich on the way. So far so good.
We are lucky enough to have a terrace at work, so I took my computer and my weary body out there for a bit of al fresco working this afternoon. Nice. The city, the breeze, the quiet, all a pleasant change from the hustle and bustle of the office.
Then the wireless went a bit funny, so I had to come in. Still, was jolly pleasant while it lasted.
(This post was written by Paul H. Colman, not for very much longer.)