After a good lie in I raced up into Sneachda again, sweating profusely all the way, to meet friends for a mountaineering journey up and around the Fiacaill. I can't imagine how many days, how many hours I've spent in this one small area, but I do know that I still have to do full turns as I amble along, just so that I can clock the 360 degrees as we go.
Now it's refuel, re energise and sharpen lots of things ready for 2 weeks ice climbing in Norway, the office is relocating.
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