The deathmarchers’ weekend away was quite a trip, and I am shattered at the end of it all.
The next day, we split into three groups to take on the hills. I was in a group that went along the glen in which Loch Ossian lies and up the imposing Ben Alder, then back again.
It took us eleven hours, and apparently was eighteen miles. And we were the “intermediary” group, would you believe.
It was probably the longest I’ve ever walked at once, and needless to say I was exhausted at the end of it. Quite why I agreed to follow this up with a six mile walk the next day, I have no idea.
Masochism, probably. Though I am not in as much pain today as I thought I would be.
Anyway, as promised, there’s a few pictures – nothing spectacular as the weather wasn’t fantastic.