Originally posted 30th March 2013.
Another evening spent drinking at Grosvenor Square. It involved wine, though sadly not in the Luggage Room.
Goddamn the Human Resources team at the ‘Square, the wine was a ploy. As I sat there chugging back Merlot, they attempted to sell the unsellable – the Three Peaks Challenge.
To be honest, my mind was made up even before I reached the hotel. I mean, why would I even think twice after last year? I loved the shittifying crawl though a blizzard at the top of Ben Nevis, only to be rewarded with a frozen Mars Bar and almost falling off a cliff on the way down. I yearn again for driving rain on Scafell Pike, passing fellow walkers sobbing their eyes out at the side of a barely-discernible rubble ‘track’ whilst Mountain Rescue helicopters whirred at base camp, like some kind of taunting threat. And I look back longingly on the simple failure of not making it up Snowdon – thanks to a rock-fall, I’ll have you know.
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