Okay, so I came back last week, after not walking very far or climbing hills. Took a train north, the world was of the wet, misty, boggy variety, and after spending a few hours getting soaked trudging through boggy moorland with an increasingly heavy feeling pack I decided not to bother. Walked to the now "usual" youth hostel over a decent enough section of the west highland way (would like to do that some time, if it wasn't too busy), and in due course came home. Some time remind me to go away when the weather's nice...

Seem to be getting a bit better at the climbing wall; unfortunately dearg's not been having such luck there. Wanna get outside sometime.