Aviemore and Home

Next morning I happily dragged on my still waterlogged clothes as the sun was coming out. The shower facilities at the campsite were simply superb - each cubicle an individual shower, toilet and wash basin suite. ON checking out I discovered that the owners were new, from Manchester. They'd looked confused when I mentioned the TGO Challenge. They'll learn.

It's just over half an hour's walk along the road to Aviemore but although it's road it's still working its way through forest. But it was on to the train and back home.

I could have caught another sleeper but this longish journey is all part of it. THe train chugged on through the Spey valley, through Dalwinnie and on to Pitlochry and Sterling. Not a bad scenic route. At Glasgow I bought my traditional book - and a good one at that which I'll review on the blog. Four hours later the book was written and I was back in Birmingham.

It was only three days walking and I would have liked more, But there was till the surprise of reading the newspapers after days in the open. Southern Britain had been ravaged by storms. Falling trees had demolished a house in Wolverhampton. the MDC in Zimbabwe had pulled out of the Presidential elections to avoid the rape, torture and killing of their supporters. Holland had been knocked out of the European Cup by the Russians.

I felt I was returning to another world. And in a sense I was. Three days or three hundred days where's the difference! To be out alone, camping high in those hills, to walk those paths and to climb those mountains. Well....

... that's what its all about!