Thou hast had thy day, old dame

 Yes, I’m feeling a bit on the old (er) side lately, thank you very much, Sir Walter Scott.


“…but thy sun has long been set. Thou art now the very emblem of an old warhorse turned out on the barren heath; thou hast had thy paces in thy time, but now a broken amble is the best of them.”

Well, cheers. That made me feel a whole lot better. Old warhorse, my arse.  Broken amble indeed!

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(Even if he’s right.)

The thing is, I’m not as young as I used to be. And isn’t that the most ridiculous, trite statement in the world? I’m not as young as I used to be ten seconds ago. Three seconds ago.

I ache from top to toe.

Why am I surprised?

On Tuesday, we climbed up and down four mountains. It took eight and a half hours. I already had a damaged lateral collateral ligament from skiing. I knew before I set out that even to attempt it was A Bad Idea.

Snowdon Horseshoe from the south by David Barnes

Snowdon Horseshoe from the south by David Barnes


I say ‘Bad Idea’ – it was a Bad Idea for my old(ish) body but a completely stunning and wonderful idea for my Very Young Spirit.

As Peter said, I’m stubborn to the point of insanity. And for that, I’m glad. Apart from the after-math.

On top of Snowdon, mountain number three, it would have been sensible to come down the easy way and forget about Y Lliwedd.

We’d said we’d do the whole horseshoe on Peter’s sixtieth birthday. I wasn’t going to give up. We were having such fun, anyway! (Knees excepted)

“From the foot of Y Lliwedd looking up at the route ahead it does look like quite foreboding but the path zigzags its way up the ridge with ease through the boulders and scree and reaches the summit sooner than you would expect.”


But oh, the sense of achievement when we’d finished!

And now, I should stop moaning and whinging about all the aches and pains and getting old and…

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