I thought I was well enough to undertake a four nights camping, 100 mile trip but I was wrong. I felt good setting off from Oban on my first day which was going to be a fairly short one. By the time I had found a campsite and managed to pitch my tent just before the rain came on., my guts were doing their familiar somersaults. The next morning the meal I had cooked and eaten in the tent evacuated itself in quick time.
I had twenty miles to ride to Fort William where I decided to curtail things and take a train home. I spent the day sitting about, then on the train followed by a 3 mile ride home. Because I could not eat all day for fear of consequences I managed on water and a single cup of coffee.
It’s not a good idea to expend energy without fuelling and I suffered the next day. So the lesson I learned? My body was trying to tell me something and in future when it does that I need to listen.
