Narnain Boulder Handicap

Nine Westies made the effort to get to scenic Arrochar for the bash up and down to the Narnain Boulder, in the heart of the Arrochar Alps. We were all rewarded with a lovely evening, and the midges weren’t too bad either. I was personally rewarded with an insulting handicap, despite my protestations of old age/tiredness/weary leg syndrome and even some begging on my knees. I proceeded to live up to this handicap by trundling in last; having ran so slowly that the others had even started to head up track to look for me. Despite my leaden legs I enjoyed the stunning views all around, including Loch Long and Ben Lomond. The best view of all, though – apart from Don’s impressive array of cuts, scrapes and bruises – was the pint of Loch Fyne Avalanche Ale and plate of fish and chips in the Village Inn afterwards. John Quinn had obviously paid off the handicapper handsomely, and came home in first place, getting the new Narnain Trophy, courtesy of sponsors Asda. He was so overawed by this impressive display of plasticware, that he declined the beer and food in favour of rushing home to show his wife his new trophy. Or maybe he was just rushing Don off to A&E at Hairmyres Hospital.