‘‘However good a driver you think you are, if you’re tired, you become a bad driver.’’ Load kit, pile in the car, out of suburbia, hammer up the motorway. Coffee, pee break, quick leg stretch. Back in the car, no faff. More hours, turn up the tunes, this is the junction, vista shifts and ahh… I feel the hulking mass of mountains nearby. Let the adventure begin.
Two long days in the hills – climb, walk, scramble. Pub. Tent. Late night, early morning, we’ve got the rest of the week to recover. Sunday – let’s make it a full day. I don’t mind driving, we’ll get back in time to chuck some washing on and set an alarm for Monday morning. Wind down the windows, turn up the tunes, I…