27/05/2026
Day 2 Tuesday - West Highland Way vs
• 22 miles 🚶
• Known as “the hardest day”
• Legs already questioning leadership decisions 🧐
• Morale fragile 😞
• Bryan still carrying unrefrigerated chicken pizza 🍕
And honestly… it lived up to the reputation.
The only way to describe it is brutal. Tough sections, technically difficult, and like trying to play life-size Tetris when your ankles are fully aware they’re one bad move away from resignation. It was absolutely roasting too, on a scale Scotland normally only reads about in books.
Sadly, the heat got the better of Gary and he fell over. In normal comradery that is our style we all rushed for our phones, so pictures to follow🤣 . By the final 14 miles, the rest of us were looking at Gary like he was some kind of enlightened prophet. 🙌
Special update from the medical team: Bryan is delighted to report that he ate the pizza and is currently doing fine. Even more impressively, he remains in possession of unrefrigerated chicken pizza, which at this stage deserves its own sponsorship deal.
We dragged ourselves into the Drovers 5 minutes after the kitchen had closed, which felt like the final insult, but the staff there were absolute heroes and sorted us out with soup and sandwiches that tasted like they’d been prepared by Michelin starred angels.
From there it was straight into recovery mode: copious amounts of beer, whisky, and pretending we’d all be absolutely fine in the morning. We eventually got kicked out of the bar at midnight, still needing showers, blister inspections, and a full debrief on whose idea this actually was.
To top it all off, we met some Americans in the bar who had somehow demolished a bottle of Loch Lomond 12, moved on to something considerably rougher, and then invited us all to Boston for the World Cup.
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So aye, 22 miles, shattered legs, fragile morale, one medically questionable pizza, and somehow still a cracking day!