cheviot

from holy island we went to belford where we spent the night at a bunkhouse. unforch the bunkhouse ran outta, well, bunks. so let's just say C and i got really cosy in the girls' bunk. they also ran outta pillows (GOOD JOB!) thank goodness i actually brought my own. from home. because, wildernessy as i might like to think i am, deep down i need my creature comforts. like a goosefeather pillow and clean pillow case. at least i didn't have to sleep in the tent because the committee was all good and self-sacrificial. well, some of them prefer tents. heh. after learning a painful lesson in the dales earlier this year i.e. tents are breathable and you don't need to leave the flaps open for ventilation at night... maybe i shouldn't dislike tents so much. anyhoos. we'd an early start on sunday and climbed cheviot.

as with all trips, whenever we go uphill i wonder what in the world possessed me to ever sign up to wilderness medics. but when you reach the top and the endorphin rush kicks in, i'm ready to do it all over again. that said, all time favourite moment of each trip is when we're on the descend and the minibus-es come into sight. best. feeling. ever.