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 It is possible that I discarded them morosely when I found out that they were too out-of-date for my newer boots, but that is uncharacteristic of me (I try not to throw anything away).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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2 Responses to “Less than 127 hours”

  1. 1 Ann

    Have they been used to attach the washing line to the house?

  2. Haha 🙂
    No, but it’s a good idea. For next time.


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