I climbed my first mountain this week!
The Old Man of Coniston in the Lake District… There is some debate over whether it is the highest fell in the area or not, but whatever, it’s big and I climbed it!
I had a fabulous couple of days walking and spending time with my eldest daughter and the time was filled with much love and laughter.
I confess that yes, we did manage to get lost. And yes, we did end up walking for 10hrs, covering 20+ miles, and yes, my feet were worn down to stumps by the end – but I loved it! Apparently there is an art to map-reading… How you fold the map being a big part of it!
We survived an attack of killer wasps intent on sharing our ‘Hot Pink Mulled Apple Juice’ and my stomach has just about stopped aching from watching my cool, calm and collected daughter running around, actually screaming, throwing her drink everywhere with her hood pulled up and held tight around her face. Luckily there was someone else around that could give her the stern ‘mum-look’ to stop her scaring any nearby children – I was way too busy laughing!
Apparently it was my ‘horror movie face’ when she asked if the wasp had gone that set her off…
And we have decided to put the random ‘Uncontrollable Giggling Incident’ that happened halfway up the mountain down to oxygen starvation… It’s the only logical conclusion for such ridiculous amounts of laughter that started over nothing at all..!
Two ugly blisters, one slightly sprained ankle and a belly that aches from laughing are the physical things that will fade…. The memories we made will last a lifetime…
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