Ben Nevis
Uphill we tread,
A perfect line of primary colours marching upwards.
Mist hangs halfway in the sky, tiny droplets that soak the skin in a second.
Mountain lochs appear, at once inviting and then foreboding,
depending on the light.
Crushed velvet hillocks in the distance;
the softness draws you in.
Heads bowed, we snake ever upwards on the path,
following an invisible 'W'.
Some dream of the summit,
Some chat freely.
Some stay in the moment,
locked in a private battle of heart and mind and muscle.
We approach the top as a unit,
united in our mutual success.
For an instant we are adventurers and conquerors of the highest spot in our country.
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A party of 8 ascended Ben Nevis on Sunday 19th September. The weather was dreich with occasional breaks in the cloud. Ben Nevis is 4,408 ft (1,344m), the highest mountain in Britain.
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