Today was a good day, for the first time in a long time my poor excuse for a body has allowed me to complete a day of outdoor walking as well as time in the hallowed retreat of the garage without breaking down or starting to run on three cylinders. I do believe that at long last I have turned the corner and can now push on without fear of this dilapidated shell of flesh and bone screaming “stop enjoying yourself again” (anyway that’s Clare’s job).
So this morning it was off to the hills with the intention of a gentle stroll for about half an hour and then home for oxygen, tea and biscuits! (well that has been the general pattern of late). Three hours later myself and the bog monster arrive back at the car park with my face on fire from the biting wind and Lucy covered in crap (nothing new there then).
The snow that has retreated from most of the local area is still holding on up on Moel Famau with some tenacity making the walk more of a slide and grapple for footholds than a gentle stroll. The buzzards were conspicuous in their absence with only the crows braving the higher parts of the hills, there was plenty of sign of small mammal activity, I guess that they need to take every opportunity of the weather breaks. But as for any actually wildlife spotting only Lucy and the crows showed their faces.
Coming down the hill the amount of water run off was as large a volume as I have seen on these hills, it’s no wonder that the river Alun’s banks on the plain below are near to bursting, much more rain or snow and I’m guessing Mr. Mole will be needing his life raft.
So I arrived home feeling at one with my body, no oxygen required! Lucy’s had her predictable clean down and towel rub, which always turns into the 'I’m not standing still for you' game, and is now curled up in my favorite chair. And me? well I’m off to my shrine in me padded overalls, cup of tea in hand, to ponder the next step on project boat (over a Hob Nob of course). So yes, today is a good day.