Dear Reader, When the train arrived at Fort William, I changed my seat for the fourth time hoping to improve my view of the Scottish Highlands which were being drenched in turns by Sun and Rain. Before the train pulled away from the station, two men came and sat down at my table. Conversation naturally turned to why we were each on that particular southbound train on that day. I explained that I had been unable to find a hotel room in Edinburgh for Saturday evening due to the Edinburgh marathon, and had therefore chosen to spend Saturday night in Mallaig. They in turn described to me their two days of training for the West Highland Way Race , where participants have 35 hours to run 95 miles. I'm not sure what impressed me more, that they would set themselves the goal of completing a 95 mile race in under 20 hours, or that they ran 40+ miles on Sunday and were still able to have a coherent conversation with me afterwards. One of the runners, John, ha...
2021 and I'm still trying to remember which box I packed my sense of adventure in. Weaving and baking and walking the dogs until I can find it.