The first of the 32 Summits.
Cian and I battled horrendous weather for most of the day, and reached the summit of Galtymore. A triumphant summit-photo ensued, but my phone died in the wet conditions, and only Cian’s photos of me survived. While Summit 1 was a regular day’s mountaineering I learned quickly that this project is not really about the mountain – and it is certainly not about me. It is about about the other people with whom I make the journeys, and it is about the people – both alive and dead – that we meet along the way. And I saw this even more clearly before the end of Summit 2.