I climbed every Munro, and nearly lost it a couple of times.
Made a bad navigation decision on one in Glen Sheil, and I was fortunate to get out of that.
Also took a 200 metre tumble off the back of one of the Cairngorms. Walked away with cuts and bruises. Lucky.
I feared for my life on the Cullin Ridge, but us Partick Boys have the necessary baws. And so it went on.
Until we were all who were left.
And had the responsibility for our county.
And the greatest thing of all was at Murrayfield, 1990. No-one ever bore the identity of a nation more that David Sole.
Walking the team out was class, pure class.