LORD ELPUS IN HIS SUBTERRANEAN LAIR AT LORD ELPUS HALL
The die has been cast. Lord Elpus has sent off our application form for the 2013 TGO Challenge. Our team comprises Lord Elpus, Mad’n’Bad Andy and me. It will be Lord E’s tenth Challenge and, as such, he gets to choose the start point, and, because Andy & I are lazy buggers, the route as well.
His draft route has been sent through the ether and has landed in my inbox for perusal.
Now tell me if you think I am curmudgeonly old fool, but it would seem logical, that given we’ll be starting on the west coast, if we want to finish on the opposite side of the country it would be a pretty fine idea if we headed in an easterly direction.
Well, of course it would. But in our case, we shall be heading west. This will be followed by an abrupt change; We shall then be heading in a northerly direction for five days.
I also sense the distinctive whiff of a dish best served cold: Revenge. When we walked my tenth Challenge I chose a route that dragged poor Lord Elpus through the dreaded Dirc Mhor, which is a rocky chasm, filled with a loose jumble of gigantic teetering boulders with yawning leg-breaking gaps between them; Tricky when carrying a hefty backpack.
I see Lord E has picked out Dirc an Uillt Fhearna to investigate.
If I we ever make it back to England in one piece it will be a miracle.