Empty Glass

Blackthorn

I found a pub selling the golden delight. There is a god :)

Bangor

low cloud and rain - deep joy. Cider required urgently!

Roadkill

Traffic jam A56. Bored. Fellow hikers discussing football - why? Totally tedious, however I reckon over the last half a mile I have seen 2 badgers, a fox, rabbit, a sheep (yes a sheep) and a big something I can't recognise.... All dead on roadside. But no hedgehogs I guess they teach them the green cross code up here. Could be I am on the trail of a serial killer (or just a bad driver).
Still no sign of my sherpa - I hope he wasn't the big something I couldn't recognise.

Warrington

...Not a place to rush back to. Some strange trekking types have picked us up and we are on way to the hills. Where is my sherpa?

Doh!

... I mean Edmund Hilary. Tensing was the Sherpa. B#gger

happy hiking

Well I am on a virgin train heading North. Feeling nervous but looking forward to conquering the biggest hills in the british isles. I wonder if Hilary Tensing felt nervous about being on a virgin train? I think I need a sherpa