And on the the 7th Day God created ........

So it had to happen. Frank has cracked. Two nights in a row in a sweat box and he is broken.  He has disavowed blog duties and appears sullen. Pa stepped in and saved the blogging day.

The last leg was doomed from the get go. No one slept well except for Cormac whose accomodations were top of the line two star. No sleep, no esprit du corps, no energy to rally and treat each other with any semblance of decorum. Clearly a leadership vacuum. And our supposed leader Cormac was lounging solo in a 3 bedroom with all the mod cons.

Off we went. Burdened with lingering resentments, it was angry hiking. Not a happy ending in sight.

There had been talk of a 3 day party to celebrate our achievements on the trail. Not a feckin' chance. Pa tried to rally everyone with a well rehearsed Patton speech but it was of little use. Mike smiled nervously. Vic's vision of a harmonious drum circle was in tatters. 

We rolled into Fort William at disjointed times, not a pair of us to cross the line together.
We did all show up for dinner but conversation was forced and empty. Frank apoplectic, Vic crestfallen, the Youghal boys resorted to talking about past Intermediate hurling triumphs. Not the festivities that Vic had promised back in January.

Dysfunction incarnate. 

Adieu Scotland.