Our wonderful Scottish 3000ft mountains – our 282 ‘munros’ – are climbed in all sorts of ways: in one continuous journey, by moonlight, through one winter season, without the use of car and ferry, after retirement in a few short years or, as is the case with my friend Jim, over decades and from Milan!
I met Jim Holt (43) at freshers week at Aberdeen University back in 1991. We’d both just returned from an endless summer, spent in the hills. Jim had ventured north from his home in Southport, with his Dad and friends, to go hillwalking and rock climbing in North West Scotland. That summer, aged 18, Jim climbed the Old Man of Hoy, Orkney’s famous sea stack. I was kinda in awe of that and we immediately became friends.
Throughout university and over the next 26 years, every year without exception, we’ve met up and headed to the hills. We’ve skied across Svalbard, explored the west coast of Jura, climbed upteen summer and winter routes, trekked in the Alps and climbed many munros together.
That point – when it becomes ‘a project’ – came for Jim when he had done about 210 munros and was living in Milan!
Over the last 7 years Jim has been living in Milan, teaching English and doing translating work. In recent years he has felt the urge to finish the munros. The call to action normally comes as an email or text telling me (and our friend John) he’s booked a flight to Scotland and were we free:
“Just to let you know I’ve booked a flight to Edinburgh for Friday, December 2nd. Flight back Wednesday 7th midday. Interested in a 4 day expedition?”
“I’ve got car hire from the 1st of Jan to the 8th from Manchester airport for another nothern raid… Fancy a birthday outing? Of course I’m thinking Knoydart.”
The trips have invariably been in December and January when Jim has more time off, or sometimes in August when the Milanese take a month off and head to the seaside!
“You know how I like to exaggerate” Jim said, piling a heap of coal and wood on the bothy fire. More is best is often Jim’s approach, particularly when the outdoors are concerned. When everyone else is tired and ready to go home, when the sun has set and darkness looms, Jim is reliably eager for one more hill, one more climb. His enthusiasm and passion for hills has never waned.
So with limited time, an ambitious itinerary and winter to contend with our trips north have been eventful. After years spent in the hills together I’ve come to the conclusion that Jim must have a low pain threshold. He never seems to show tiredness or discomfort. Recent winter trips to do munros have left me exhausted, battered by the wind and in agony from carrying a ridiculous weight of coal to the bothy. But Jim remains poised and unaffected by the hardship. Jim’s approach to fitness: “No time for running, but the simple rule of bike, and stairs not lifts, keeps me in reasonable shape.”
It baffles me how he does it!
Among those on his last munro will be Maria, his daughter. Aged 7, Maria has joined us on quite a few munros, including my last munro, Ben Sgritheall in 2013. Although she gets carried on her dad’s shoulders from time to time, Maria does amazingly well in the hills, chattering and singing away in Italian and more often than not, running down the hill holding onto her dad’s hand.
Recently Jim told me of a memory from doing Ben Nevis, his first munro: “coming down the final slopes into Glen Nevis late in the afternoon some folk coming up the way asked if they were near the top.” Jim continued “a good metephor for how not to approach munro-bagging”. In other words take your time and don’t think too much about reaching the end, because there’s so much to enjoy getting there.
Maybe 2017 will be the last year with only 40 to go. But maybe it would be as well making them last a few more years yet. I’ll have to wait and see.