Back to basics...

Yesterday I was a jumping bean. After realising the garden was resembling a set from 'The Day Of The Triffids', I brandished my shears and set to work. Following this I was in rather a lot of pain. The plants had obviously taken revenge and decided to implant many of their thorns into my leggings. I won't expand on where, but it did make sitting down very uncomfortable. Still, at least I can now leave the garden without getting scratched, rained upon by leaves and then sapped: (by a tree, not by a bludgeon or club). It's nice not to resemble this interesting looking fellow as pictured here when out and about. London's calling at the weekend, as well as a five-year reunion at my old school which I am rather excited about. And then to Norwich, my old haunt to remember the time I spent £10 a week on food. Tuna, onions and cucumber on brown toast seemed like a super idea at the time. Although I hate to think how bad my breath must have been. Horrendous springs, or rather chokes to mind.

The sun was shining, and the weather was sweet...

With the Lake District on our door step, it would have been silly not to make the short drive up to Keswick. The Catbells beckoned; and we responded. Despite its modest height, it is a very popular fell to climb. This was made clear by all the smiles, tips and nods we exchanged with fellow hikers. And the amount of pictures we took for other groups. As usual, a very simple climb was made complicated. We got lost in the woods, missed the main path up and found ourselves scrambling up the centre of the two mounds like sheep. Though without the aid of extra legs we probably looked more like sea lions, blubber included. Still, the sun reflected off the stone-skipped water of Derwent Lake and my orange hair frizzed in the heat. Unfortunately, the clouds and rain have taken over the skies today. In response I am going to cook chilli sans carne. Meat is still off the menu, but kidney and black beans are definitely on.