On Saturday I climbed through the mist and the slanting rain to the 1,344 metre summit of Ben Nevis, my 92nd and final mountain. The summit is the coldest place in Britain with a mean temperature of 0.3C and is scaled by 100,000 people a year. If the tourist track to the top is a motorway then the summit is a service station, the highest picnic area in Britain. After so many lonely summits it was odd to be surrounded by dozens of people. Ben Nevis may be the biggest but it's certainly not the baddest. Yet the people who walk
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