Pitter patter, pitter patter. The intensity grew. A lulling consistent down pour. I watched the water droplets racing down the outside of my tent racing drivers challenging each other to make it to the ground.

"Good morning June in Scotland!" It was 6am at the start of day 3 of the final expedition of the year. By the sound of the collective snoring, pupils were still asleep or Dr Mitchell's dog Terry was at it again. The sound of the waterfall cascading down the valley into Loch Muich the only reminder there was any other sign of life beyond my canvas accommodation.

The pupils have been great. Covering 35km in the last two days they had navigated superbly from Blair House, bagged for many their first Munro and then trekking through the royal grounds to our loch side campsite.

Now the end was in sight 10km to go!