These boots were made..
Well, mostly. Despite it being a well posted trail we did get lost. twice. in the first mile and a half. After day one we had a new rule. No more than 2 pints in the pub lunchtime. I did threaten to throw my bro's mobile into the loch if it went off just once more. There was an occasion when two pages of the guide book were stuck together & we discovered an unexpected mountain between ourselves and the B&B. My knee may never be right again. Some of the B&B owners were straight out of Royston Vasey, and one ensuite was in a wardrobe and clearly not designed for the more rotund figure. I failed to climb the stairs at the kingshouse hotel. My brother failed to find the bathroom. I somehow locked my camera on day 2. The beer was, on the whole, keg. And frankly piss. I very nearly didnt drink lots. I actually pulled my neck muscle reaching for a beer. And every day, no matter how long or short the walk, the last mile was a bastard.
The end, outside a going shop on a busy roundabout in Fort William was something of an anticlimax. But on the whole it was great. Better than great. And now, a week later, if I sit very still I almost stop hurting. So will I do it again? Nope. Bugger that. But if I did we need to get a couple of 'wer'e not gay, we're brothers' T-shirts printed up.
Still cant upload pictures but my sis-in-law has put my Bro's here