In April I attempted to walk Scotland’s 200-mile Cape Wrath Trail, which has a deservedly tough reputation, with many walkers failing in their first attempt. I didn’t expect to be one of them – least of all just four days in, and because I made an entirely avoidable mistake.
Feeling buoyed and confident, having bagged a full day’s walk through the wilds of Knoydart by lunchtime, I felt capable of continuing my hike to Shiel Bridge to bank a rest day, however long it might take. With hindsight, this was an embarrassingly reckless decision, seriously underestimating the terrain and my own fatigue.
As my legs grew more tired I found myself paradoxically more determined to push on. Physically and mentally shattered, I stumbled on snow, wrenched my left knee and…
