After what had been a 10 hour hell walk yesterday, I was hoping for better things today, I was deluded. What started as an easy if not a little steep climb entered yet another area of cloud cover, clouds that happened to contain rain, lots of rain. As I climbed through rain sodden bracken which in turn emptied its water covered leafs all over my jacket and shorts, I began to understand how a piece of over cooked pasta felt, soggy!. In my guide book there was a listing for a bothy (a small shelter) halfway through the route, my best bet would be to wait there and see out this rain. As I arrived at the bothy I had a thought come to me. "I bet it's locked for some reason", As jacks complete lack of surprise it was.
As I rose higher into the cloud covered mountains clutching my GPS the was a pensioner hugs her purse around teenagers I started to give up. "Why am I doing this?" I thought. "I could be on the beach or I could have taken a bus to the mountains near my house and stayed in a refuge or something, anything is better than this!". Just as my hopes faded the rain let up. Not the mist but at least the rain. I decided to set up camp for the night before the rain returned. As it was I only took one picture on that hell day and that was of my tent.
Oh! And one of a dead carcass.
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