When the moon hits your eye like... well the sun actually

As the final stages of training approach we decided that a night walk would be just the ticket and so I headed South and Colum and Murray headed North to rendezvous in Drumochter on Friday evening. Having suffered five days of unbroken clouds I was pleasantly surprised to find sunshine at Aviemore and therefore determined to complete the walk in short sleeves despite it being "feckin' freezing".

Fortunately we had Murray's bushman skills to help us out, although his suggestion of fashioning a rudimentary space blanket from empty monster munch packets was not well received. In the end I had to get my coat out of my rucksack, defeat! Murray went on to further demonstrate the heightened skills of the outdoorsman by getting the sun confused with the moon and his foot confused with an animal lunging out of the darkness to attack him. Topping this off by falling down two holes. I, of course, turned around for a good laugh and slipped on the cowpat of karma and went face first into the mud. Colum managed to stay vertical for the whole trip, which was a great success.

The now obligatory failure of Murray's GPS phone and Colum's watch meant that we completed the 12 or 70 mile route in somewhere between 10 minutes and 4.5 days. So a good improvement.