It's 9pm and we're on-board the Adventure Train from London's busy Kings Cross station. We're going to Scotland. To the mountains. In search of adventure. In search of wilderness, lochs and whisky.
Iceland seems to be one of those destinations that everyone is talking about. Many of my friends have either been there or are super keen to go. My social media feeds are often full of people hanging out with Icelandic ponies, admiring waterfalls or bathing in hot springs. Now I understand why, and am an thrilled to have had the opportunity to explore this amazing country with my brother, Luke.
We’ve been hurtling along this dirt track road for half an hour and as far as the eye can see there’s barren, volcanic land. It feels like we could be on the moon. We’ve taken this detour to visit Godafoss, reputed to be Iceland’s most powerful waterfall. I’m not convinced. I can’t imagine there could be any waterfalls round here. The ground is flat and barren for miles and miles in every direction.
Mum and daughter time is incredibly special and although we live together, we often pass each other like ships in the night. We talk about practical things a lot; she helps me with business dilemnas and decisions and helps me when I need someone to practise my talks with. But we don’t make enough time just to relax with each other and have fun.
Scotland has the right to roam act which means it’s legal to wild camp any where. After Lorna and I finish our run on Ben Nevis, we drive towards Mallaig on the West Coast after a recommendation from a friend as a spectacular place. We don’t know exactly what we’re looking for, but have an idea in mind and our eyes peeled. We pass a find a small car park with a sign “Path to Beach” pointing to a cliff top. We park up and unload the car. We’ve found our spot.
“Get the girls some tea” the mountain rescue team stammer, as we walk into the CIC hut half way up Ben Nevis. After a week in Scotland on my own, Lorna North, Founder and writer at Queen of the Mile, boarded the Caledonian Sleeper Train from Euston to Fort William to join me for three days of unadulterated adventure in Scotland.
This was day two and we’d decided to go for a run up Ben Nevis. At 1344m The Ben, as it’s known by locals and climbers, is the highest mountain in the UK. In March, much of it is still covered in snow, beckoning climbers and skiers to adventure in it’s shadows and and dance in it’s light. We were here to run and feel the freedom of nature all around us.
My Big Blog Exchange was sponsored by Hostelling International (HI) - a global hostel association with hostels in over 90 countries. During my stay in Asia I was lucky enough to stay in 4 of them.