To Scotland And Beyond
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Obviously having just crossed the Scottish border, it was now down to just keeping up with time. It was important that I dont arrive too late or else the animals I had left at home might be stiff when I got back, and I didnt really know how long it was going to take me to get to the top of Nevis, nor was I really aware what to expect at the top. Driving past fields of cabbage covered in plastic sheets, and being in warm sun, it was hard to imagine a few thousand feet making a difference, it felt warmer here than it did back home.
Eventually I was off the main roads and into the country lanes, with beautiful scenery as far as the eye can see.
Its interesting though just how much some of the Scots hate the English. I stopped in a small petrol station in Callendar, and felt intimidated by some farmer giving me the evils for being English.
Being from Essex high hills and mountains is definately something im not used to.
I arrived at the Ben Nevis visitors centre around 11:30, which was good time, and was very surprised when the people in the centre told me parking was free. Unbelievable! Having driven around the area for a little while, I felt almost dissapointed. "This doesnt seem very high" I thought to myself. Looking up of course you can only see the false summits. The real peak was probably another 1000 ft up from what I could see from the bottom. I got my gear together almost straight away, and was off down the beaten track, ready to climb the highest peak in the UK.