Beinn na Lap. My friend climbed a mountain last week. Not any mountain. The 282nd on a big list of scary spikey hills, boggy heaths, rattling tents, pork pies, snow caps, long trudges in… and out again, courages plucked, deep conversations, cloud inversions, midge bites, friends made and views. Bloody marvellous views. One time she even found a husband. Wasn’t that lucky? But here’s a funny thing about luck – it follows some people like hikers’ crispy sock pong. All the folk who cheered my generous and open-hearted friend up that final ben count themselves lucky that she found them too.
Written after joining my lovely friend Fionaoutdoors on her final Munro.
