I hate camping and the reasons are three fold;
1. It’s cold, even in
2. It’s damp, probably even in the Kalahari
3. Your sleeping is dictated by the sun
|Why would anyone want to call this their home for the evening?|
You could be camping anywhere is the world and in any kind of tent and the above would still apply.
I was lucky enough as a child to not be subjected to camping holidays (caravans all the way for the
gang) and in my adult life I have tried to avoid it as much as possible apart
from a few select occasions which include;
- Archaeology fieldwork in
Scotland and France
- Our trip to
- And going away with the scouts
On all occasions my three reasons to hate camping applied unless there was pre bedtime drinking involved. However I decided to give it another go on our ‘holiday’ to
to climb Ben Nevis (in this instance I’m
classing any leisurely trip away from home as a holiday). In hindsight I should
have put climb a mountain on my list because it is something I have never done
but would give me a sense of achievement. But this is what I LOVE about life it
throws up all sorts of opportunities that you just need to grab with both hands.
|How bad ass in Ben!|
This is where my blog entry will completely deviate from the camping because I have decided that I hate it and never want to subject my body to it ever again and concentrate on the positive that I CLIMBED THE HIGHEST MOUNTAIN IN THE UK! And I did it with zero preparation and on 4 hours sleep – a result of camping, and a slight injury to the lateral ligament in my right knee.
Here's my story in pictures of my journey up the mountain (unfortunately I did not mange to get a picture of the miniature dachshund that made it up or the Chav attempting it in a leopard print onesie and UGG boots).
|Can you see the fear in my eyes at the prospect of going to sleep in a tent!|
|Everyone is all smiles before we set off.|
|Everyone appreciated a wee nip at the top!|
|She made it and is still smiling!|
|We had to scramble through snow to get there|
|I think it was here I realised what I had achieved|
Massive thanks to Sandra Bayly for organising the trip and Chris Wharton, Ciaran Mallon, Lucy Mo, Vicky and Nick Jary for getting me up there (Vicky you were on that mountain in spirit!)
7. 5 hours to climb 1,344 metres. I said afterwards I would never climb a mountain again...bring on Snowdon next year! I can say that now my legs and lungs have recovered :)