If we were having coffee we would be sharing from my flask, which would have been made up from the cafetière at the campsite. We’d have cycled a good 5 miles before we got to the base of the Munro we were going to walk up. Coffee would be served with a piece of fruit loaf and we’d be arguing over the piece with a full on juicy glacé cherry versus the thickest slice. Either piece a win win.
The morning started dry with a mist present from the rain in the night that we could tell was going to burn off. Today was the day we were going to conquer the un-conquered Munro. Last year we’d tried but aborted about 40 minutes from the top.
The spot we’d picked for coffee came with its own waterfall, that fell into clean pools before it joined the beautiful Glen Tilt river which we’d ridden along to get to this spot.
This was a fuel stop, a chance to catch our breath and gather our strength before the climb. This was fuel in another way too, a way to replenish the soul. The Scottish landscape rolling before us, the fresh air and some warm sun on our backs. Fuel that makes you forget about being in the office, the mobile signal dropping out and being all but none existent.
….we made it to top and took in the view, we congratulated each other on the achievement and breathed deeply with our success. Carn a’Chlamain had been bagged.