As you can see from the above, we successfully dragged ourselves up the mountain. Fortunately enough, apart from the final ascent, it was less of a drag than we had feared in the darkest midnights leading up to our Big Walk and more of a walking catalogue for Cotswold, mingled with games, chatter, soup and a smattering of show tunes.
I managed to get away with no more altitude sickness than a bit of shortness of breath, slight blue lips at the summit and a throbbing headache when singing show tunes, but the way the rest of our group managed to pull themselves to the top while suffering a variety of complaints, with one even hospitalised, was an inspiration. Particularly considering that PhotoShop covers a multitude of sins these days.
Many thanks to everyone who supported us, both in the UK and Africa. I have passed the charity giving target, last at £3,495, but I’m sure they wouldn’t knock a few nuggets more.
http://www.justgiving.com/Katherine-Doggrell
What we have learned:
You don’t NEED to sleep. Not really.
No-one can remember more than the chorus of any show tune.
Boot update:
All hail. No blisters, no leaks, apparently no impact on them at all. No thank-you, Mr Chap-at-the-bottom, I don’t want them cleaned.
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