The Great Outdoors Challenge 2024
Oban to Montrose, 10th-21st May.
The first few days around Loch Etive and up Glen Kinglass were beautifully sunny and full of bluebells, mosses and gorse flowers. I can’t understate how beautiful and colourful the West Coast is in May. I coped well in the heat (having previously walked in the Alps) but nevertheless was relieved when a thunderstorm cooled temperatures down, upon arriving at Tyndrum. This thunderstorm became the topic of conversation for many walkers throughout the rest of the challenge, and I didn’t have the heart to tell many of them that I had escaped it - spending a night in a camping pod! From here, most other challengers seemed to be heading NE across Rannoch Moor but, as I was headed into Glen Lyon, once I left the WHW I found myself completely alone for a couple of days until arriving at Blair Atholl. I had been told that Glen Lyon is stunningly beautiful, but as it was foggy throughout most of the next two days, I was sadly unable to see much of it!
I had mentally broken the challenge down into stages: every three days stopping at a campsite to resupply, shower and charge electronics. While I had largely stayed dry from the rain, it had been humid and cloudy for several days and washing clothes became a tiresome chore because they did not dry fully by morning. Anyone who has walked multi-day trails knows how much ‘pongy’ clothes affects morale, particularly in humid, sweaty conditions. I hadn’t expected these places, such as Blair Atholl, to be such uplifting places. I could wash and dry everything thoroughly, stand under a hot shower, and get some hot, greasy food. It was also an opportunity to touch bases with other challengers who I had encountered several days ago: swapping stories about thunderstorms and sharing blister pads!
This marked the halfway point for me, and I tried to enjoy each moment fully as I was counting down the days, rather than up. Over the next three days I enjoyed a brief paddle at the Falls of Tarf (and compared ‘cook systems’ with fellow challengers), endured a surprisingly cold night at Ruigh nan Clach, and explored Glen Quoich on my way into Braemar.
After spending the day being chased into Ballater by a storm cloud, It really started to feel like I was on the home-straight. On day 10 I woke to thick fog over Ballater, and the Mounth Road had a heavy, eery atmosphere to it. After 9 days of keeping clean, I took my first tumble into peaty ground, and my light grey sun-shirt and backpack were a lovely shade of brown. However, this didn’t dissuade me from bagging Mount Keen, and I arrived at Tarfside ahead of the main crowd - unfortunately missing the gatherings that it is famous for! Spurred on with the end in sight, I endured one final uphill slog onto the Hills of Wirren and was rewarded with fantastic views over Montrose. The real pain began when I hit the final 10 miles of unavoidable tarmac walking. It was only made bearable by the knowledge that I was being joined by my parents at Charleton Farm for a strawberry tart, and from here we walked the final 500m to the sea together. I skimmed my stone, washed my feet, and reflected upon the journey.