Stepping out of the car, the butterflies in my stomach were dancing the quickstep. Rolling and pitching, producing a feeling of half excitement, half terror. Nervous laughter went round the four of us as we looked up and saw the sign, Welcome to Ben Nevis. This was it. It was happening. We were attempting to hike to the top of the UK’s biggest mountain, we were climbing Ben Nevis. Nik had just finished chemo, I was at the un-fittest I had ever been. How hard could it be….. If you saw my previous post on this quest, when it was still in the far away, all-seems-like-a-laugh planning stages, you would know that this challenge came about in an off the cuff phone call between me and my sister in law. That post, Challenging Myself – Mountain climbing is where its at seems so far away now! The then was now. Having travelled up to Glasgow on the train from London two days before, here we were. Standing at the base of the mountain, the top not visible because of the mist, willing it to be a few thousand feet shorter…… Climbing Ben Nevis After an early breakfast at our hotel, The […]
