It's 9am, it's freezing cold, you can't see more than a few yards in front of you because af the driving rain and I am sat in a flooded car park in the brecon beacons in Wales waiting for Grant, Lisa and George to arrive.
What madness has descended on me? Sometimes don't you just wish you'd said no! Sorry Grant I'm busy Saturday..... Sorry Grant I need to take the kids swimming. Instead of ...Sure Grant I'll gladly get up at 5am saturday morning and drive 3 hours to the middle of Wales to go walking in a bog and incessant rain!
But of course as is often the case, like the film you didnt really want to see but enjoyed very much, or the dinner party you didnt want to go to but left feeling it was pretty good... things that you don't expect to be good often are. And so it proved to be - but in a very masochistic way! Lunacy, madness, insane, scary, dangerous, ... All these words come to mind for the walk we did today.
Without a shred of exaggeration, it rained incessantly throughout the walk, the wind blew constantly with gusts of 80mph - yes 80 mph - sometimes physically lifting us into the air! Even so it was brilliant. It was tough but exhilarating. The memory of being physically lifted up and blown down a mountain for maybe 20 feet with your team laughing their heads off behind will remain with me for some while. We were like Strictly Come Dancing Contestants but without any partners.
Two important lessons were learnt however. Firstly, we all learnt that whilst our fitness was good our kit was not - we all got soaked. Drenched. Saturated. Completely and utterly soaked. Our socks, trousers, shirts well everything really was thoroughly wet. If this was Kilimanjaro and I had the kit I took with me today: well I'd have been in a bit of trouble! A visit to the shop tomorrow is definitely required to get some gortex gloves, and protection to stop water getting into my socks..
Secondly and more importantly, we learnt the vital importance of being well prepared. Half way up one of the three summits we did, (my god we did three in that mess of a day!) we perhaps managed to prevent a human disaster. And I'm deadly serious. A father was at the top with his two children aged I guess 14 and about 8. Dressed in the wrong clothes, no proper shoes or rain gear, the children were very close to hypothermia of that there is no doubt. Between us (Alistair, Grant's friend was amazing frankly) we grabbed hold of and frog-marched the kids back to the bottom (still took an hour and a half mind) and arrived in the nick of time as they were so very close to collapse. The more we looked back on this the closer we realise that danger was so marginally averted.
When we got back to the cars we went to Cotswold Outdoors to browse where we were told that the mountains were closed today to all but the most experienced mountaineers. I don't know at this point if I felt proud or a little foolhardy. Regardless, this strange day was just great and a fantastic test of fitness, equipment, mental strength and so much more.
Thanks Grant.
P.S. I probably owe the fact that I'm still able to attempt Kili to my good friend Sean O'Connor. Yesterday Sean marched me off to a London based shop to get a protective wrist brace to protect the two fractured bones. Well today it had two effects: Firstly I managed to climb okay (though with no real pressure on the right wrist) but importantly yet again (what is it with me this trip?) I fell over again and again landed partially on my right arm and wrist. To say that the brace prevented any further damage is the understatement of the century. Sean: I owe you.