Our plan was one of epic proportion, hike for 10 days through Scotland along the west highland way and then scale Ben Nevis, the tallest mountain in all of the United Kingdom, while shooting a short film inspired by Macbeth. The trip was not what we were expecting, filled with evil midges and strange men with knife collections. The first night we found ourselves camping in the garden of a stranger by the name of Jane, she gave us croissants and tea which filled us with hope for the rest of the trip. The next day we set off from Milngavie leaving behind the last remnants of society. The first part of our trip spanned Loch Lomond, it was spent camping in back gardens and any patch of grass which wasn’t a bog. We met a host of strange characters who became friends on the way including a man who drew us into his campsite and offered us whiskey and directions, suggesting we go with him on some trains. When he opened his tent we saw a huge knife inside and then we knew it was time to go. Notably, we met a competitive Swiss couple by the names of Loris and Jasmine. The midges were horrible at this stage, the damp and tepid air spawned swarms of them, which meant we were covered head to toe with bites despite the fact that everyone we met gave us a different form of repellent be that nets, sprays or advice. We decided to drink out of streams and eat plain couscous every night. This diet definitely wasn’t the most beneficial to our bodies as Milo grew ill over a few nights. The darkest night was spent in the camping area of the Inversnaid Bunkhouse. The midges were at peak activity which made setting up the tent difficult. Our grievances were heightened by the breakage of a tent pole leaving us homeless. Luckily, we were lent a tent for the night by the bunkhouse and after a series of poor signal phone calls we got in touch with Milo’s relatives who bought us a new tent and dropped it off to us. After we had passed Loch Lomond everything seemed to get easier, we had seemed to have got the swing of things and thought we were in for the home straight. The scenery here was sublime with mountainous landscapes and crystal clear lochs and waterfalls. We walked up the devil’s staircase near King’s House which wasn’t nearly as bad as it sounds and through the industrial town Kinlochleven. All along the way we were racing our Swiss frenemies which added a new level of pressure to get to Fort William before them. The climax of our trip was Ben Nevis, a huge mountain which was encompassed by a thick layer of mist. It looked ill-omened and seemed to watch us as we grew closer. The day we climbed it we were advised against it by a woman at the Glen Nevis visitor centre due to the bad weather. Alas, we didn’t care. As we trekked up the wind grew more and more ferocious by every step and whipped the rain directly onto our faces. We were saturated and growing weary as people passed us going the opposite way, one man said “I’m not feeling up to it” which lowered our spirits. The upper layer of the mountain was covered in grey rocks disguising the path which was also grey rocks. The mist made it difficult to navigate and almost impossible to see the cairns ahead and to our sides we could see how easily someone could fall off into the sheer gullies. It was -1 degrees at the summit which meant we only stayed for a sandwich before clambering back down. As a result of our camera being constantly exposed to the elements, it broke and we lost most of our footage which meant we were disappointingly unable to create our film. Apart from the midges and the exhaustion, however, the trip was definitely worth it for the beautiful scenery, interesting characters and time away from the urban experience.