Sunday, 1 November 2015
The 2015 Challenge, day 7: the "Burma Road" (1)
As I headed off and dropped down to the bridge over the Allt an Tudair (pictured), a couple of Challengers who were camped by the river asked me what had happened at the ferry. I asked what they meant, and they explained that when I didn't turn up Gordon Menzies had waited as long as he dared, but in the end he had to sail without me. I was a little nonplussed by this, to say the least. I had very clear memories of making the boat crossing (and photos to prove it). I certainly hadn't swum across Loch Ness, and I haven't yet mastered the art of walking on water. (Douglas Adams once explained that "flying is the art of throwing yourself at the ground - and missing". I'm sure the art of walking on water works in a very similar way ...) Moreover, nobody had had to wait for me, as Greg and I had been the very first ones there, well before Gordon Menzies himself.
A brief discussion ensued, during which it became apparent that whereas I was talking about the 8 o'clock sailing, they were talking about the 9.15 sailing!
"But I was told to be there for 8," I said.
"Well," they replied, "he had your name down on the list for the 9.15 crossing ... and you weren't there."
"Of course I wasn't," I said. "He'd already left me at Inverfarigaig. How was I going to get back to Drum??"
At this point, of course, it dawned on me that I had paid for a breakfast at the Loch Ness Inn which I hadn't been there to eat ... and all for nothing! Well, doesn't that just take the biscuit?