Last updated on 22nd June 2009
Well here I am, eight or so miles up Glen Affric, lying in a little one man tent in the rain. I'm 59 today. I woke at 2.30am wanting a pee and murmured a quiet "Happy birthday" to myself before choosing a moment between showers to stumble out to relieve myself. I could see a few stars through the clouds. Since then it's been raining pretty much every time I've woken. So comfortable, toasty in a sleeping bag on a self-inflating mat in this beautifully designed Hilleberg Akto tent. Amazing. I came in on a mountain bike yesterday along the Forestry track south of the loch, bumping and occasionally having to get off to push the bike ... but such an improvement on walking and having to backpack in all supplies, tent, sleeping things - everything I need for three days. It would have been heavy and slow to have carried it. As it was, I arrived pretty quickly and pretty easily.