22:00.

So much for plans! I’d originally hoped to be a rolling blog but that idea went out of the window in the early hours of this morning. Shortly afterwards the chance of blogging at all went with it. You’ll learn now why that is.

Like most of the folks on the train I managed to grab between 2-4 hours sleep on the train to Kingussie before we had to disembark at the even more ungodly hour than normal of 02:25 in order to be loaded on coaches which spent the next 90 minutes getting us to the base of Ben Nevis. The logistical challenges of such a short-notice change shouldn’t be underestimated. Once at the mountain and with the teams off up the mountain there wasn’t much for me to do after we’d worked out the only sensible place for the banner teams would have their photo taken behind. So – I donned my midge net, smothered myself in weapons-grade mosquito spray and crashed out of a few hours. At Ben Nevis this is a rare treat as normally the ground will be too wet or the weather too cold. But today I slept like a log for a couple of hours, preparing myself to spring into action when teams started coming down off the mountain.

It was a good move! By the time I woke up the majority of the midges had buggered off leaving the weather as pleasant as I’ve ever known it at Nevis.

Despite all their exertions over the past few days most teams made it up and down the mountain in good time and there were hardly any stragglers which was a real achievement. In fact, the first couple of teams stormed it. The difficulty with this event is that ‘time waits for no man’ although in this you can translate time for trains. A handful of people couldn’t make it off Ben Nevis in time to catch the special so they had to be ferried by road to Dalwhinnie where we picked them up.

The rest of us were coached back to Kingussie where folk decided their priorities. The toilets at the Ben Nevis visitor centre were out of order, so you either added to your intake or made room – rapidly! We were back on the train at 14:25 accompanied to the sounds of the bagpipes – which was a lovely touch and a nod to Katie Mason’s Scottish ancestry. You’ll see from the pictures I’ll add later

The train back South has been a riot! The atmosphere was superb but tinged with sadness as we’re saying goodbye to Katie Mason who’s been the stalwart of the event these past 20 years. The on-board crew did us proud with the service on-board. Mary Grant from Porterbrook (the event sponsor) joined us and yet again braved the sweaty bodies to prevent trophies to the three teams who’s raised the most money. I didn’t stop for a minute as I was constantly in demand to take pictures – either inside the train or out when we could choreograph them.

There’s so many good pictures to show from the event and I’ll add a few when I get home. Right now I’m on a very late running train from Preston to Halifax. I’ve managed to get a table to myself but that may be because I’ve not washed properly since Thursday!

19th June update.

I’ve finally had time to edit some of the pictures, so here’s a first few. The rest will appear over the next few days…

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