Well I took off up the hills on Friday afternoon. I had a tent ordered with Tesco which only weighed 2.5kg and took 60 seconds to get up and pegged out. Needless to say it did not arrive.
So off I headed with my 7kg tent on my pack dragging me down. Goal to get up onto Fafernie and walk from there. I only got going at 6pm in the end after picking up bits and pieces in Tiso's in Dundee.
It rained, it poured and it blew a gale. I gave up at crow craiges at 23:20 as it was really coming down, I was, by this time, soaked and I could see it would take me another 2 hours to get up Fafernie. After a lot of hassle putting the tent up (2 man setup), in a howling gale which took all of my 45 years of tent assembling skills to manage to actually assemble it, I finally wound up in my sleeping bag (slightly damp), trying to get warm. I had to get up twice in the night and re-peg tie down's which had moved. It was a rough night and I woke up with a sore throat and a headache.
However I got out on Saturday at mid day and headed for the hills. I had managed 3 Munro's by 5pm when I was heading towards Tom Buidhe. I was tired and flagging when I looked behind me. I could see the clouds which had threatened to close in all day were finally closing in and that I would be caught in the rain for at least an hour before I could get back. So I changed path and headed back up one of the Munro's I'd already walked over (Tolmount), to head back to the tent. 30 minutes after I got back to the tent the rain and the storm came down again and it sounded like the tent was going to take off again. However most of my clothes had dried during the day and I had a much warmer evening.
Woke up on Sunday to feeling like the cold had progressed. I had intended to do a horeshoe over Fafernie and back round the south Esk but, in the end, after walking around and checking how I felt, I decided to go straight down and not push it. Which turned out to be a good decision. The tent was now around 10kg with the dampness and a lot of damp clothes made my pack circa 30kg which is about as much as I can tolerate when walking 7 miles down a nearly 700m drop.
I arrived at the car somewhat knackered but still on my feet. The ranger had just been looking at the notice on my car giving route details and times so I let him know it was me and he could stop worrying.
I dragged out my soaking shorts (cleanest legwear I had) and my last, slightly damp, T shirt and changed in the toilets.
On the hill I'd met quite a few people. When I arrived at the car I met a couple who had been walking the route, over Faferine, that I had intended to walk. They arrived about 5 minutes after me and were younger, slimmer and only carrying day packs. I'd never have made it in time. On the Saturday I'd met a couple who were camping and walking. I met them on the route down Jock's Road on the Sunday and we leapfrogged each other with our different stops. They had told me they were going on to Glen Clova to the Clova hotel. Now I know that road is about 5/6 miles and hard on the feet. Also it's a single track road with passing places. Not the best road to walk down. So, as expected, I caught up with them about half way down the road and offered them a lift. Which was gratefully accepted. My car is big so they just dumped the packs in the back. None of us were smelling too good as we'd all been out for days without access to showers but that wasn't a problem for us.
At Clova I had a Guinness and a Steak pie which were both excellent. I'd suggested they try the hotel bothie instead of wild camping but whereas it was £2 back in 95 when Mrs S and I walked coast to coast, it's £20 today. Each. So they declined. They stopped for a beer and headed for the woods to wild camp.
I got in the car and headed home. But whilst driving I casually scratched the side of my left knee and realised that my fingers were wet. Which was not what I was expecting. I looked down and realised I had a large rash with raised blisters on it. Now I'd been walking with joggers on so it was not from something that bit me or a scratch or any direct contact. I had, however, been drinking the untreated water and from a lot higher (less fall and more chance of animals in it), than usual. After all the notices I'd read about weil's disease in Germany I decided that I'd better drag myself to A&E (my GP is not in Scotland) and at least get it checked out.
Seems I'm fine but will be checking.
Well, anyway, that was my weekend and why I've been unusually silent...
To top it off I came back and have just finished watching Andy Murray win his second Olympics Gold.
Work tomorrow
I'll put some pics up when I've worked out what I want to use. Google has just borked picasa and put it into google photo's which I don't want to install, flickr is not what I want to use and photobucket is being a total PITA as it keeps telling me I've changed my password successfully then refusing to accept it...