Beyond Euphoria - Scotland 2026
Blood rushed through my arms. My chest pounded the hangboard I used for pullups. In the back of my mind I was hanging off a frozen overhung wall by the tips of my axes, smashing between small edges of rock and ice. Safe. Comfortable. Happy. Reality couldn't have been more different. Not long before a planned Patagonia trip and I had just fractured my ankle. I was stuck indoors all day, hardly able to move. I let my frustration out with every repetition. Six weeks later and I'm no longer at home on a hangboard. I'm doing another set of press-ups on the creaking wooden kitchen floor of a mountain hut halfway up Ben Nevis. The restless excitement of the night before has done little to favour my muscles, and I feel lethargic and limp. Press-ups are an attempt to warm them up. In between sets I eat my breakfast. Chorizo, eggs and avocado on toast. I wonder if my ambition is getting the better of me. Today I'm attempting a first ascent on one of t...