Took the dog for a walk and then enjoyed diet coke and a biscuit overlooking the river at Glenstrae. I was feeling a bit achey and looked longingly at the hills opposite, thinking I would likely never to be able to get up them. Nonetheless, I was happily imagining the route to take to get to the top of the mountain behind. Came back home and looked through my photos for a Study Trip I took to Ireland in September 2002. Way back then, I really did climb Mount Brandon – 952m – as part of a pilgrimage. It was something I shall never forget and it quite cheered me up today remembering the thrill of achievement. Of course the fact that it was part of a spiritual exercise – which needed to be written up and analysed – gave a much needed incentive. In flights of fancy, I could do it still.
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