12/10/2025
This is me, on my final Munro 2 days ago…
Popping open some champers on the summit was never going to be my thing
But still, I never expected to feel quite so flat!
After all these years I still baffle myself – why couldn’t I just celebrate like any normal person?
I guess it was never my project it was a challenge I set my Dad when he retired.
I had less than 50 remaining when he completed his so you could say “what took you so long?!
But it’s never been about the destination and it’s always been all about the journey.
And the journey has been so many special days spent in beautiful, wild and sometimes very remote places.
It’s included sociable days, solitary days, days of such beauty it makes the heart ache
…. and days that have simply kept me sane from one weekend to another!
There have been one or two frightening epics, and many “character building” days, days of singing at the top of my lungs and ones listening for the next roar of wind that could knock me off my feet.
So much time spent hiking up only to hike down. So many memories
And a significant ghost – my Dad.
So of course, Friday felt sad. I didn’t make a fuss but I do feel so very grateful for it all.
