I got home yesterday from the deathmarch in Strathfarrar a mere shadow of the man I used to be.

That could be unfitness, or the fact I was at the tail end of a bug, or even that I was walking with super-fit and experienced hillwalkers. Or it could have been that we did three hefty Munros in ferocious wind.

Either way, it really ought to be illegal to do that much exercise in a day.

Recovery involved hot water with honey and cider vinegar, a nice hot bath, and a good night’s sleep. A few aches and pains to show for yesterday’s exersions, plus a couple of photos.