My brain hurts: This has been a challenge all in itself.
I blame Louise. She started it, Miss! Well, she started the spreadsheet / weight thing. I had read about this on twitter for ages and always thought i would NEVER EVER go there. And then Andy Walker and Andy Howell did lists and before i knew it, my brain was hurting.
Oh dear. Oh dearie, dearie me. In the past, a few minutes before the taxi came to take me to the station, I would step on the scales without the rucksack and then again, wearing the rucksack. Subtract one from t’other and Robert’s your Aunty: The weight of your pack is determined. However, this does not satisfy Bloggers and Twitterers. So: In their real world, my rucksack will be weighing 12.14 kg, plus half a dozen cheese rolls to be bought in Glasgow.
That’s 26 lbs 11oz in real money (plus the cheese rolls!)
However, these chaps on the interweb bang on about “base weight” and apparently this does not include food or gas or whisky but quite how you would get across Scotland without any of those vital resources beats me! And so, apparently. my base weight is 9.2 kg which is 20lbs 4 oz in real money.
The trouble is, I have now been suckered in and I have started cutting straps off my rucksack. If you see a chap with gear spilling out of his rucksack because it can’t be done up properly, stumbling across Scotland. that’ll be me.
This time tomorrow night, I’ll be in the “Bree Louise” at Euston, sampling the first of their 17 real ales with Andy Walker. That’s when the proper training starts and all the above nonsense will be a distant memory.