I started my training on Hogmanay, when I tackled Clachnaben. Apparently it's a tenth of the height of Kilimanjaro, so that just about covers day one of the great African challenge...!
There were no sherpas and fortunately the bladder was under control - that's something I'll think about later....There were pockets of deep snow in places and my climbing attempt was more in the style of Bambi on ice rather than a seasoned mountaineer. But hey, we all need to start somewhere…
My walking partner was Colin and his three collies. Colin is coming to Tanzania with me, but fortunately not the dogs. Colin was a bit sweaty at the end of it but looked like he could do it all again. I felt like I'd worked and was quite pleased with myself - until the next day when I woke up and felt like a Sherman tank had run over my legs.
