WINTER TRAINING - BETTER LATE THAN NEVER
The first camp of the year didn’t work out exactly as planned. Actually, it didn’t work out at all. Instead of spending three weeks of adventure in the forest and mountains of Scotland, I ended up spending three weeks in the house I grew up in. I won’t call this a distaster, though, because I think it was the best option at the time.
When I last wrote all those weeks ago it was with a hill to climb, but I don’t think I realised how big. For the first weeks after that my general feeling was slow
