Last time we had one of our little chats, I believe, I was trying to cut through the cornice at the top of Central Gully on Ben Lui.
Little 27 year time slip there – must be the codeine.
It's all coming back now. After a pretty shitty end to 2011, I had started off January with high hopes, and was going well with daily walks building up to a good day topping out Myreton Hill.
Then, once more, I was faxxed by the fickle finger of fate.
I lost a month. Bastard.
Today I made it up to the Coop and back with several stops.
“Aw naw,” I hear you say “That means we're in for more anti-photographs of the University campus and these fuckin' swans on the reservoir.”
'Fraid so.This must be the sixth time in 2 years that I've started the "fitness" programme. Still.............
For little "Simon Smith"