With only eight days to leaving for Scotland, Mission Control is looking slightly dishevelled. The room is covered in walking kit, boxes and enough food for the Five Thousand. Perhaps it would be easier just to take the loaves and fishes. But a five day food parcel is being sent off today to our first night “inside” at a B&B in Spean Bridge.
The gear has been checked over and is fine. No new purchases required. The body, on the other hand, well, the body could do with a little attention but there’s not enough money in the world to sort that out, so this one will just have to do.
There has been a minor hiatus with Dave though, and he is currently being checked over by the mechanics at his local A&E and surgery. He still expects to rendezvous with us at the pub in Queen Street station though. He’s ‘Ard, is our Wilky. Apparently he is over-inflated and might need potions to reduce the pressure.
He has still to get a new pair of walking boots. The last pair went back as they had a problem. This could be a problem in itself. At this rate, he might end up being the first bare-foot Challenger.
I get panicky emails almost daily from Andy, (who has sorted out accommodation; I was routes and transport) thankfully, that remind me of the things I have still yet to do. I must patch up my overtrousers’ various holes with gaffer tape!
With thanks to Michael from Norn Iron, for the music buffs amongst the congregation, I thought would leave you with a little of Beethoven’s Fifth. It’s what life should be all about!