We did it!

We reached the summit of Mount Cameroon on Sunday 25th just before midday in sleet, howling wind and blasts of thunder, crunching through volcanic ash at 4095m. Perhaps not a huge feat for the mountaineers amongst you, but for us it was quite an achievement.

It was hell, but exhilarating. The gradient so steep my ears kept popping on the way up and on the way down again - no gradual, winding tracks, just straight up the side of an active volcano. The descent was radical - will our toenails recover? The temperatures ranged from flippin' hot to freezing cold, so cold we couldn't move our hands and poor Peggy shivered whenever we stopped to catch our breath.

Other than that, Peggy took it all in her four-legged stride and probably hiked the mountain twice with all the running up ahead and then back to herd us up. She'd give the runners in the Race of Hope a run for their money. One of our porters is preparing to run the race for the 5^th time. Look out for William Ekema in Feb next year!