It nearly killed me. 73 miles in 3.5 days. I felt as though I'd been bastinadoed by lunchtime on the third day. On arrival at our B&B's it was all I could do to keep on a brave face until we had the room door shut and I could collapse in a heap. How I did 100k in April I do not know. MsM just keeps going indefinitely without any apparent distress... grrr.
Still, it was good fun in retrospect (and I found that rarity in Scotland, a top notch pub, just round the corner from MsM's daughter's house in Inverness - wahey!
And a decent Italian restaurant, the thought of which kept me going to Fort William and the coach back. Oh, and
never eat in the Drumnadrochit Hotel - it's crap).
I think this lurgy was probably picked from the Travelling Public (bastards!) on the long trek north by train and has been hibernating until now.
I trust all is fine and dandy down in the approaches of the Med?