That's it then; another Chally finished. I'm in the Park Hotel Bar, it's gone midnight and I am all okay.
Waggy is playing his harmonica against the noise of the piped music. The dinner is done. The toasts have all been toasted. Friends have re-met after perhaps a few years of missing each other, but it's like they have been apart for only a few days.
Conversations flow freely and the shoulders are loose; relaxed.
I arrived this morning at Dunnotter Castle and made my lonely little way down to Castle Bay, to paddle in the North Sea and take the obligatory photo of my boots in the sea. The weather was perfect; warm sunshine and fluffy little clouds. I was earlier than planned, but at this exact moment, Phil rang ~ he knew I would be there ~ top bloke!
I strolled along the cliff path heading for the fleshpots of Stonehaven, when coming in the opposite direction was a shambling silhouette of the best dressed Challenger; Humphrey. He wears silk vests and cashmere sweaters. We sat on the cliff path together and finished off the last of the Lagavulin ~ all quite perfect.
We were then joined by Peter & Ursula ~ a good day for Peter as he had just completed his tenth crossing.
Then a sprightly bus journey via all sorts of good looking finishing points for the next few years... Aagh! I was already mentally planning next year's walk!
Back to the present and it's now 3:30am and we have put to bed the last of the unconscious!
A great walk, with good company and a great family party to finish with. Many thanks to Uncle Roger and his magnificent team.