I have just worked out that since the middle of April I have spent 119 days living at high altitude, very high altitude or extreme altitude. This means that for 119 days I have been used to living in a space 7ft x 4ft x 4ft. I genuinely feel as if I am suffering from agoraphobia having returned home!
Now, the sensible thing would be to kick back and enjoy the break before the Scottish winter season kicks in, but that would be far too easy. My list of things to do and projects are as high as the mountains that I've been climbing and I can't wait to get stuck in.
I read recently a thing about farmers and how they thrive on suffering, working long hours and keeping busy. Considering I actually have come from farming stock I think that if I wasn't a climber I would be a farmer.