I wasn't really lost, just temporarily directionally challanged. Instead of reaching for my compass (the only one of which I had was on my watch) I reached for my 'little helper' a Peanut Butter Honey Stinger bar. Lo and behold a path appeared beneath my feet. Never underestimate the power of sugar.
No glove = no love
ReplyDeletewall to wall Sunshine here in blighty, and its a bank holiday! Gear and card arrived ok now you will just have to be patient and wait for postman pat.
ReplyDeleteRegards to all, 'The old man'
Nothing beats a good blast of The Stones in the hills...
ReplyDeleteWhen I get lost in winter, I follow the rabbit tracks. Clever little blighters, never let me down.
Anonymous - looking forward to parcels of joy!
ReplyDeleteChris - The Stones are one of the few bands I never feel like I need a break from. Them and Zeppelin.
I keep getting a little 'wayward' recently. Maybe it's time to sit down with Langmuir's and do a bit of reading.