Around 7 months ago a friend who works for the National Deaf Children’s Society did something rather unfriendly. He got a group of us together, got us drunk, and signed us up for the Three Peaks Challenge.
In the hazy light of the following morning, we all had to agree that yes, those were indeed our scrawled signatures on the dotted line, and we would now have to be true to our (slightly inebriated) word. Conquering the three highest mountains in the UK in 24 hours – how hard could that be????
7 months quickly flew by, with training weekends in the Cotswolds, walking daily to and from work, and numerous trips to outdoor pursuits shops to get all of the latest gear. Before we knew it we were in a Youth Hostel in Stirling with the prospect of the challenge looming grandly ahead of us. The next 24 hours, as outlined here, were a blur of pain, elation, Mars Bars, walking poles, attempted sleep in a minibus and of course many, many blisters………..






