This stick is for deer:
Yesterday I was mainly looking at Derek's arse because he was always in front. Except for this time:
This is me convincing myself that I don't actually need poles or crutches anymore:
Thankfully, I am not ticking off corbett's - otherwise this beast would be on the list and its miles from anywhere:
No jelly snakes, just Randoms (left overs from PDG):
Obviously the inspiration for Jabba the Hutt:
Derek looking slightly relieved having swam across loch torridon:
Note to self: when trying to gauge one's fitness having been mainly static for 6 weeks, going on the hill with someone who is training for an iron man is perhaps not the smartest move.