Martin was up early, complete with hangover, kicking all of the tents at 6am telling us to get up. Problem was, it was 4am and he was kicking someone else's tent so I left them fighting outside (Martin won as he is about 6 out of 10 on the overall Bettster ardness scale) but it did mean he was ready for anything the hills could throw at us.
Whilst we were still sleeping, Martin went off up into the hills for a quick warm-up and caught a couple of rabbits and then served us warm rabbit and bacon sandwiches with a fantastic cup of tea; all prepared on a fire he had built complete with spit. Ollie was a bit pissed at him because he wanted to use his new jet boil system (came complete with stove attachment, steadying bit, hanger, fairy liquid container, wash bag, fake titanium lighting kit, goretex hat, woolly socks and tent) but Martin just kicked him and said 'Get out of bed, we're the Bowline, keep up or die you young t**t'. Simon thought better about mentioning his new jet boil and new pink towel in fear of having to eat them with his food.
At around 5:30am we were off to the hills with no-one in site. Great to be alone in such fantastic places.
But where was he taking us and what about Ed (who?).
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