I had tired limbs, blisters on my feet
and I was hungry and starving.
But after six hours of negotiating the mountain paths,
I was there at the top of Ben Nevis the highest mountain in Britain.
Having seen it from a distance, I had wondered if I could trek to its peak
and I did.
Exhilarated and exhausted standing in the clouds unable to see Fort William below.
Written. June 1992.
Afternote.
I twice tried to climb Ben Nevis in my youth. On the first occasion I foolishly wore plimsolles.
However when I tried it again a few years later I wisely wore thick boots and I managed to climb Ben Nevis right to its mountain peak.
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