Derry Lodge – Mar Lodge
Rod and Sandy were packing ready to go, and after a chat, and breakfast, it was time for the off.
We bid each other farewell, and they headed off back to their car which was parked at the start of the track.
Rod and Sandy as the start on the track from Bob Scott’s bothy
Mind and body told me that this must be done, and more importantly it must be done in the next few minutes.
There are times in your life when certain things have to be done, and this was one of those moments.
It is a toilet, but in the Greek sense, for those that have used toilets on some Greek campsites.
I haven’t actually been to a Greek campsite for at least 20 years, so they may have got better, but in those days it was a hole in the ground.
It is only one step away really from the hole with the trowel.
Aim is everything, and stance is imperative. Handles would be useful.
You get the picture?
Well, you will be pleased that I did not take any.
You can just see the snow on the tops.
View back to the hills from behind Bob Scott’s. A little Oasis
I should maybe have taken more photo’s, although those that have been to the web album will probably disagree, so there is little to show on the route.
But Captain Paranoia was on my shoulder.
(whose name I should remember and someone will hopefully tell me).
He was from America. Actually, one of the southern states. I knew it at the time, but in the intervening weeks, it has lapsed into the grey memory areas.
His map was not as good as mine, and he was also checking his route.
I told him it was straight on, and just about that moment, John Hancock also arrived.
We all agreed, it was straight on, and Captain Paranoia was nowhere to be seen.
I had last seen John, back at the Wake for the Wild at the start.
I was at the time, wondering how he had got on with his tarp.
This is NOT a big day, but in that time, we did discover that he was on his final year of examinations at University over here, and had decided to walk from Aviemore to Braemar between exams, just to help wind it all down.
When he finished, he was going home, and hoping to walk the Appalachian trail with his father.
There is a picture of him at Mar lodge a bit later.
If you can remember who he was please add a comment.
If you fancy a diversion, there is a nice little walk up the hill into the woods and back down to exit exactly opposite the other entrance to Mar Lodge.
Jane and Hoff arrive at Mar Lodge ,American Chap behind – (I need a name for the other man next to Jane)
John and Chris
If you go past Mar Lodge on your Challenge, always drop in.
They provide a wonderful service, with Tea and Biscuits and Cake and stuff.
It is always full of Challengers, and a little oasis for a chat before finally plunging into the fleshpots of Braemar.
Chris, Hoff, John, Me (with seriously bad hair and in need of a shave), and others in the kitchen
The American chap!
I was due here tomorrow, and I had heard that there were no rooms tonight.
But if you don’t ask!
So I did!
I expected maybe in the bunk house if there was anywhere.
Well, wonderful folk that they are, they said no problem, they would find me a room.
And they did!
My palatial room at the Lodge before unpacking. This was just one corner. It was huge!
So I unpacked stuff, hung bits to dry, and draped Wendy out, and gave her perforations a jolly good going over with seam sealant. Now this takes 10 hours to cure, so this was perfect.
It is also nice to be able to unpack everything in a space this big, and have a jolly good look at kit.
And then it was time to pop back down and see who else had arrived, and the plans for the evening meal.
Back in the kitchen (picture courtesy Ian Cotterill)
He had spent an interesting night with snow.
Being a nice chap, I offered him my second can of Abbot.
(Especially delivered all the way from the Fens – It’s the little luxuries you know)
Now of course I could have offered it unconditionally, but there was the time debt thing that I had somehow accrued earlier in the Challenge.
It was an opportunity that could not be passed up, and so it was agreed, that the 1 hour + time debt would be written off in exchange for the dark nectar from the Bury St Edmunds brewery.
This was agreed as a verbal contract and can was collected and given to Al, who I must say did not take long in consuming it.
I’d have given him the beer anyway!
I had contemplated this as an option earlier in the day, but decided that I would not survive two nights in Braemar, followed by a third night at Callater Lodge.
The weather was excellent, although not that warm in the wind, but beautiful and sunny.
It wasn’t going to last as we were to find out.
View from Mar Lodge
The number of Stags heads is unbelievable. Everywhere you go.
If you get a chance, have a look in the main banquet hall.
I cannot remember the actual number, but it is wrong on many levels.
This picture used flash, but in reality the whole corridor is as dark as the far end.
This was taken on my 2010 crossing, when we were allowed to look at the hall.
See what I mean! Impressively WRONG!
There was a choice of meal and I had Stovies.
The meal on Friday night. There were a lot of people in tonight.
Mar Lodge can only supply alcohol, if there is a function, and they have a licence.
You need to bear this in mind if you are staying there, and fancy a beer or wine.
Luckily for us, someone was going into Braemar, and we managed to get some for later in the evening.
This was spent in the Gun Room, which is along a small corridor, behind the kitchen.
An evening spent with a roaring fire, and great company.
The fire in the Gun Room
I had a couple of glasses, and left the bottle for sharing.
Sharing is important on the Challenge.
A pity that not everyone there understood that, when Bert was going to have a can of beer.
We will not dwell on that, it has been mentioned, you know who you are!
Anyway, we had spare wine and whiskey, so it was ok.
Tomorrow I was off to Braemar.
It was not going to be a long day.
Indeed, Friday, Sat and Sunday were all going to be very short days.