Derry Lodge - Mar Lodge
Distance  6.9 Km   Ascent  53 m  - (T'was but a gentle stroll)
I was actually awake quite early.
I say quite early. About 8.00 (am OK)
The
  weather was actually quite pleasant, which compared to the wind and  
rain overnight, was quite a surprise. Rod and Sandy were packing ready  
to go, and after a chat, and breakfast, it was time for the off.  We bid
  each other farewell, and they headed off back to their car which was  
parked at the start of the track.
I was about to leave, but as I started I was overcome with the overwhelming desire to check out the toilet at the bothy.
| Bob Scot's Bothy | 
Shortly
   after this revelation, the moment had passed, along with other  
matters,  and cleansed and lighter it was now truly time to head off.
Just one more photo back to the hills through the woods.  You can just see the snow on the tops.
There is NOT a lot to say about the walk out to Braemar and the road. I should maybe have taken more photo's, although those that have been to the web album will probably disagree, so there is little to show on the route.
The
   weather was good, and I set off at a good pace. I encountered a lot 
of   cyclists heading up to Derry Lodge. More than I would have expected
 on  a  Friday.
As I got to the bridge at the end of the track, I knew I needed to go straight on. But Captain Paranoia was on my shoulder.
"Are you sure it is not over the Bridge, I think you need to check"
"It's ok Captain, it is straight on!"
"Yes, but are you sure. Remember last time you didn't check!"
"It's fine it is definitely straight on! ............ Ok I'll just get the map out and check"
After a week in the hills, you do start to talk to yourself. Don't you?
As I got to the bridge, there was a chap there  (whose name I should remember and someone will hopefully tell me).
    He was from America.  Actually, one of the southern states. I knew 
it  at  the time, but in the intervening weeks, it has lapsed into the 
grey   memory areas. His map was not as good as mine, and he was also  
checking his route. I told him it was straight on, and just about that  
moment, John Hancock  also arrived. We all agreed, it was straight on,  
and Captain Paranoia was nowhere to  be seen. I had last seen John, back
  at the Wake for the Wild at the start. I was at the time, wondering 
how  he had got on with his tarp.
So,
   we all headed off up the river, towards Mar Lodge. This is NOT a big 
 day, but in that time, we did discover that he was on  his final year 
of  examinations at University over here, and had decided  to walk from 
 Aviemore to Braemar between exams, just to help wind it all  down. When
  he finished, he was going home, and hoping to walk the Appalachian   
trail with his father. There is a picture of him at Mar lodge a bit  
later. If you can remember who he was please add a comment.
It
   is not far to Mar Lodge. If you fancy a diversion, there is a nice  
little walk up the hill into  the woods and back down to exit exactly  
opposite the other entrance to  Mar Lodge.
As we arrived on the road at the end of the track, there were other Challengers coming along.
Jane and Hoff arrive at Mar Lodge ,American Chap behind - (I need a name for the other man next to Jane)
From the weather today, you would not have known that last night, it had snowed quite heavily higher up, and over in the Feshie.
So,
  we all arrived at Mar Lodge. If you go past Mar Lodge on your  
Challenge, always drop in. They provide a wonderful service, with Tea  
and Biscuits and Cake and stuff. It is always full of Challengers, and a
  little oasis for a chat before finally plunging into the fleshpots of 
 Braemar.
So having arrived and partaken of tea and stuff, it was time to go and negotiate on the room. I was due here tomorrow, and I had heard that there were no rooms tonight. But if you don't ask! So I did!
I
   explained the room thing, said I was OK if they didn't have a room,  
but  I would not be staying tomorrow, if anyone needed a room. On the  
other  hand, if maybe they had a spare room, and I could change my  
booking that  would be jolly fine. I expected maybe in the bunk house if
  there was anywhere.  Well, wonderful folk that they are, they said no 
 problem, they would  find me a room. And they did!
Well, as you can see, the room was of monumental proportions. So I unpacked stuff, hung bits to dry, and draped Wendy out, and gave her perforations a jolly good going over with seam sealant. Now this takes 10 hours to cure, so this was perfect. It is also nice to be able to unpack everything in a space this big, and have a jolly good look at kit.
And I washed stuff like undies and tops and ....... Brilliant!
Oh yes, the Shower! Big old bath and hot shower. All clean! Nice !
All
  sorted out, I collected my parcel with goodies in and re-stocked my  
food and other bits. And then it was time to pop back down and see who  
else had arrived, and the plans for the evening meal.
As I arrived in the kitchen, who should be there? None other than Mr Sloman. He had spent an interesting night with snow. Being a nice chap, I offered him my second can of Abbot. (Especially delivered all the way from the Fens - It's the little luxuries you know)
It's
   the sort of thing you do for mates that is.  Now of course I could  
have offered it unconditionally, but there was the  time debt thing that
  I had somehow accrued earlier in the Challenge. It was an opportunity 
 that could not be passed up, and so it was agreed,  that the 1 hour +  
time debt would be written off in exchange for the  dark nectar from the
  Bury St Edmunds brewery. This was agreed as a verbal contract and can 
 was collected and given to  Al, who I must say did not take long in  
consuming it.  I'd have given him the beer anyway!
Chatting ensued, and then it was time for Al to head off to Braemar for two nights of rest (and probable drinking).
   I  had contemplated this as an option earlier in the day, but decided
   that  I would not survive two nights in Braemar, followed by a third 
  night at Callater Lodge.
So
  Al headed off, and I went for a wander round the Lodge. The weather 
was  excellent, although not that warm in the wind, but beautiful and 
sunny.  It wasn't going to last as we were to find out.
There are some spooky old corridors in Mar Lodge
The
  number of Stags heads is unbelievable. Everywhere you go. If you get a
  chance, have a look in the main banquet hall. I cannot remember the  
actual number, but it is wrong on many levels. This picture used flash, 
 but in reality the whole corridor is as dark as the far end.
   
This was taken on my 2010 crossing, when we were allowed to look at the hall. 
See what I mean!
Impressively WRONG!
See what I mean!
Impressively WRONG!
The rest of the day was spent doing NOT A LOT, until much later we had our evening meal. There was a choice of meal and I had Stovies.
A pity this year, that there were no functions on. Mar Lodge can only supply alcohol, if there is a function, and they have a licence. You need to bear this in mind if you are staying there, and fancy a beer or wine. Luckily for us, someone was going into Braemar, and we managed to get some for later in the evening. This was spent in the Gun Room, which is along a small corridor, behind the kitchen. An evening spent with a roaring fire, and great company.
I managed to get a bottle of white wine. I had a couple of glasses, and left the bottle for sharing. Sharing is important on the Challenge. A pity that not everyone there understood that, when Bert was going to have a can of beer. We will not dwell on that, it has been mentioned, you know who you are! Anyway, we had spare wine and whiskey, so it was ok.
A fine night, in fine company, and a  nice rest. Tomorrow I was off to Braemar. It was not going to be a long day. Indeed, Friday, Sat and Sunday were all going to be very short days.
BUT.... Monday and Tuesday were going to make up for that.
BIG TIME!

I'm pretty sure that it's Mervyn on the photograph with Jane.
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