The day started with rain - and it continued off and on all day. It wasn't warm by any stretch of the imagination. No point in being disheartened, however, we just have to get on with it.
This afternoon we met our grandson from school. It poured. We got soaked on the walk there, but as we made our way back the rain became lighter. We settled down to a cup of tea and a hot chocolate for grandson, and then noticed that the rain had eased off considerably. A walk was suggested, and grandson jumped at the chance. He loves walking, so I wasn't surprised.
Grandad didn't want to come. He had settled in to watch a soccer match on TV, so that was fine. Off we went. Oh, what fun.
I had forgotten what fun it can be to walk with a six year old. We had a destination in mind. (I didn't have my camera, by the way, so you will have to use your imaginations). There were three routes. 1 the quick way, 2 the not quite so quick way, 3 the definitely not quick way! He chose the latter. So, off we went.
Their house is towards the top of a hill. We made our way down, talking about school and looking at things as we went. We saw a slug. Long and brown it was oozing its way across the pavement. We decided that it was fine for slugs to meander like that, but we didn't fancy it for ourselves, we would much rather have legs. We saw puddles. Too much fun to bypass them - we ploughed through, splashing merrily and thinking of Dr Foster (rhyme at the end for those that don't know it). We walked on. Gardens were passed, fir cones examined, flowers counted (how many yellow flowers in that garden?) and cars compared (James' daddy has a car like that, but his is blue). It was a wonderful time of companionship, and all the time we were walking the long way around......
And then we saw it. Of course, we both knew it was there, but finally the time had come. Mount Everest!
The long way brought us back to the same hill on which is placed their house. But this time we approached it from the other side, and this side is steep. Apart from being steep it is also a windy road, so the summit is never visible until actually conquered. It's probably about a mile from bottom to top.
We set off. I was given good advice. 'The best way to walk here is to put one foot in front of the other, it just sort of works' One foot, another foot..... up we went. The road twisted and turned, but we laughed and giggled, so we didn't really notice. We reached a small plateau.... how far now, no idea, another bend ahead! We 'trudged' on. Our pace was good, we weren't tired and finally ...... YES!
WE HAD REACHED BASE CAMP!
Time to pitch a tent. The spot we chose wasn't the best as it was right in front of someone's drive - but this was an imaginary tent, so it didn't really matter. Now it got serious. We fixed on our oxygen tanks, made sure our crampons were suitably fixed and off we headed for the summit.
HOORAY! We planted the flag at the top (who cares that a car passed and I know the occupants thought we were doing something very odd. I couldn't help that their imagination didn't see the flag) and then we began the descent down the other side. Of course, we didn't have to go all the way down to the bottom, so we were soon there.
We told grandad all about it . His comment? 'Hope you remembered your crampons', so I was glad that we had.
It was the best exercise I've had in a long time. Sorry there are no pictures, but hopefully you still felt as though you were along with us.
As for Dr Foster - well here goes
Went to Gloster (It's spelt Gloucester, but pronounced Gloster)
In a shower of rain
He stepped in a puddle
Right up to his middle
And never went there again!
So, where was your Mount Everest today?
Onwards and Upwards