It all began at the tail end of last year. Half way up a hill with Fionaoutdoors we suddenly realised that neither of us had climbed Ben Nevis.
Something of an omission, we agreed, shortly before deciding that walking into blizzard and gale had ceased being fun.
|Solitude on the Ben|
So a plan was hatched. Let’s climb Ben Nevis and see if anyone else wants to come with us. And we did.
On Saturday, in sunshine, seven of us plodded all the way up and all the way down. It took the better part of eight hours during which we probably ate more sweeties than we had in our entire adult lives previously.
I know people climb Ben Nevis with fridges on their backs or dressed as Mary Queen of Scots, but it’s still a big achievement. Sea level to the highest point in the British Isle and back again between breakfast and supper.
|Fiona uses her loaf|
|Nice there, innit?|
Super sister left her 12-week-old baby with her partner to do the walk, that’s impressive too.
Kat was climbing her second hill of the year, the other being Kilimanjaro. Her climb was an awesome achievement and made our day-long exertion seem small fry. Although she did admit she missed having porters to carry her kit.
|Admiring the view or gasping for breath?|
|Debbie, woman of the mountain|
|Brandishing some malt loaf|
|Soreendipidous timing of commercial blogging relationship|
|Girls on top… literally|