Ah, it’s the last day of my holidays today (sigh). Back to work tomorrow.
We had a ‘restructure’ at work. Some colleagues will no longer be there. I’m one of the lucky ones, I get to stay. I think the Fairy dust worked.
I’ve had a lovely few weeks off, the weather really helping to make the time off more relaxing and enjoyable.
I love the summer, and this year has been so enjoyable; I hope it will last a few weeks longer.
Ah well, back to work …..
Top Withins, it is said, is the name that gave Emily Bronte the inspiration for Wuthering Heights. It’s now a ruined farmhouse in the middle of absolutely nowhere. I just had to go and visit it, and tried to get there last year, but was beaten back by the wind, and the rain, and the sleet, and the
The moors can be so atmospheric, those Bronte siblings must have been hardy souls to trudge around them the way they did.
The weather was kinder this year, so I managed the trek. Somewhere else to cross off my list …
Well, it only took a year, but I finally manged it – the third peak. You can find the story of Peaks one and two here:
So, it was time for Peak number three, Ingleborough.
We put our best feet forward to start the trek:
Note the new boots. My old ones were ten years old, and were really finished, so I was given new ones for my birthday. I thought I had broken them in….
This was the start of the walk:
…and here is the cave mentioned in the signpost:
It was a beautiful walk.
It took a long, long, time, but I made it!
Legs and body fine – feet, well, not so good. The boots are so comfortable – until you walk up mountains in them!
But, I managed it. That’s it, the third Peak done. Have to think of something else for next year….
Last Saturday, I took part in Walk Ten. If you don’t know what that is, you can find information here.
It was amazing – people from all walks (excuse the pun) of life joined in. If you are able to, do something like this for charity. I say if you are able to, because I almost wasn’t. I had walked for several miles previously in new boots (all will be explained in the fullness of time), so I was actually suffering. Not half as much as cancer sufferers, mind you, which was what kept me going. I managed the Walk Ten in an hour and forty minutes, which was really good going, I thought. I feel quite strongly that those of us who are able to, should help out the less fortunate amongst us.
And I am one of the fortunate ones. I have my health, and my family are happy and healthy. That is fortunate indeed.
I’d dedicated one:
Not to be too morbid, it was a beautiful evening, and one that I’ll remember throughout the winter nights.
It was beautiful.