These are the dog days of TGO Challenge. The route is in and approved. The weather is still February; dull, raw on your skin and dark in the evenings. It is a time of waiting.
The belly is still there, grinning like a dull grey stone in a shiny hinge. The weekend walks have stalled for a number of reasons - family ill-heath, Valentine, and lethargy. The Winter Olympics side-track me into referred fitness - I certainly feel better watching all that exercise - it's all quite breathless stuff over in Vancouver.
My kitchen skills are coming on but my belly looks on reproachfully as it thinks everything must have been cooked in lard. The Challenge Message Board has been lively as there is now only twelve weeks to go.
Phil has been busy as tonight I have had an email planning our journey up to Lochailort - we fancy a less frenetic journey this year, so it looks like going by train to avoid all the unpleasantness of CrazyJet and RobbingAir and outrageous car-parking fees at Airports. A good man, is Phil. He has his eye on the ball.