Less than 127 hours
24Jan11
Mrs R probably suspects it’s a mid-life crisis… I’ve dusted off my ice-axe and found my warm sleeping bag. I’m off to the Lake District for an unexpected day of solo hillwalking and a bit of camping.
I can’t find my crampons anywhere. It is possible that I discarded them morosely when I found out that they were too out-of-date for my newer boots, but that is uncharacteristic of me (I try not to throw anything away). It is more likely that I put them in a safe place ready for the next outbreak of northern hemisphere glaciation. I have forgotten the safe place, like a squirrel without nuts.
According to the weather forecast I am unlikely to need crampons unless I stray into a remote, steep and icy place.
Now I will try to find my compass.
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Have they been used to attach the washing line to the house?
Haha 🙂
No, but it’s a good idea. For next time.