… and may be some time. Once a year (when things in the garden are quiet), I escape for a week or two and walk. I walk and think and then I walk some more. This year I’m off to walk the Dales Way; 80 miles through the Yorkshire Dales starting at Ilkley and finishing on the banks of Windermere in the Lake District. I’m then continuing for an extra four days, (and about another forty miles), through three of the finest valleys in Lakeland: Langdale, Wasdale and Borrowdale.
I’ve pre-booked all my accommodation (ten different B&B’s, pubs and hotels) so if I get held up because of heavy snow, I’m sunk! I’ve got crampons to deal with ice but any really thick snow and I shall just have to burrow into a ‘drift and sit it out. Think of me then, won’t you; stuck in a snow-hole, sipping (medicinal) brandy, nibbling dried apricots. Telling myself jokes. Singing Piaf. Sobbing.
Either that (which I don’t much fancy) or else picture me sat in front of a roaring pub fire, with a pint. For days on end. More likely.
Back in a while, hopefully. Bye then.