FlyTheNest

Carrying a heavy rucksack on level ground or going downhill...piece of piss. Carrying a heavy rucksack uphill for any distance...utter hell.

We walked up a couple of thousand feet in a couple of miles which is mildly out of breath Sunday stroll territory but with a tent and a sleeping bag and other assorted crap on your back it's horrendous. Lactic acid builds up in your thighs and every step becomes one painful slog after another while you struggle to catch your breath.

Won't stop me doing it again though because of this...

That's my brother.

I have many more pictures if anyone's interested including those of the eviscerated toads the lake was surrounded by.

Sorry meant to say this was in Wales in the Berwyn hills. Apparently aliens landed in the area in 1974 and the waterfall we began from was an entrance to Annwn.

I see...I shall take my experiences elsewhere then.

There are hiking forums that could do with a fucked up idiot doing stupid shit.

It's been a pleasure.

Nice pics.

excellent pics and exceptional resident fucked up idiot doing stupid shit.
have just returned from being squirreled in a place for a week that had only very limited and sporadic internet access that disappeared every time a phone rang within a 50 miles radius.

fucked up idiot doing stupid shit

Heh, that's me.

Maybe another hiking picture?

@Sky'sGoneOut
I love hiking uphill
sometimes it's hard
especially now I'm getting older
I've never lived in such an urban place as the one I'm living in now
the hills are covered in asphalt and the air is redolent with diesel fumes
I love your pictures
and the conversation

He looked in last night,without saying hello,it was a sort of Sunday night/Monday morning ritual with us.Hopefully he is o.k.

HindleA wrote:He looked in last night,without saying hello,it was a sort of Sunday night/Monday morning ritual with us.Hopefully he is o.k.

I hope so too

I've been getting terrible headaches, caused, in part, by pollution and pollen
I love the long days but I can't bear the light when the head aches

Ha ha,TC2.You are as bad/good as me,which is meant as a compliment.

Having a sort out of correspondence,we lived in three different locations at the same time for too long until more or less joined at the hip for longer,it kind of balanced out.I never fully appreciated my genius at poetry,which became verbal,No doubt it will placed in the British library for future generations to admire,but I offer just one example in the meantime:



For The One I Love

I love you my darling,
With all my heart and soul,I adore you
So much that like a pigeon I coo,
And everytime I do a poo,
I think of you too.
My love knows no bounds,
No amount of pounds,
No pack of hounds,
Could distract me from my undying love,
My heart hurts when you are away
And I'd just like to say
I WILL NEVER BETRAY.

Will advise the BL to contact you in due course (not that I have any sway)

Thanks but already agreed,though only a small sample,I am taking everything with me including home,since the Tories and the ignorant left think that social care proposals to penalise vast cost saving activity and fell for generational theft bollox isn't in the least bit fascist,historically amnesiac and a virtual kick in the nether regions to the sick,disabled and carers,just out of spite.

PLus side even years after,my disdain for the Tories and reasoning for it remains,as if there was any doubt,

tinyclanger2 wrote:Will advise the BL to contact you in due course (not that I have any sway)

We need to have words with the ghost of my late father, who was in charge of the catalogue.

Gosh,really.That is more perhaps more apt,than you realise.

By some quirk of fate - today in the G:

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Michael Palin donates 22 years' worth of notebooks to British Library

Doubt if it contains the word poo in poetry form,I may be wrong.

I'm tempted to tie poo to Pootle from the Flumps.

Which seems to me unfair.