The thought of putting my soaked, icy-cold waterproofs back on in the dark at the bottom of Scafell Pike still makes me recoil.
I slipped up to my desk just before 9am, relatively unnoticed, with all the dignity I could muster and clutching a sausage sandwich. Adventure is the perfect antidote to the desk.
I had been standing on the edge of the lake for ten minutes. If I didn’t get in soon, it was going to be too dark. I knew I’d regret not going in. I was frustrated with myself. I pushed my sweaty hair away from my face and balled my fists. I was going to do this.
I had to get out. It was the middle of March, and spring was coming. The sky had turned from grey to soft blue, and the ice was melting into rushing streams. It was the perfect weather for getting out in the hills. But life has a fiendish way of jumping in the way of all … Continue reading #Microadventures – Rhos Dirion
After extracting myself from my soaking waterproofs and boots, and spreading my waterproof trousers out along the sill and weighing them down with a rock, I peered out of the misted window. Clouds rolled through the lonely valley and the grass glistened in the rain.