As a climber and general lazy bastard, I often find that when I have to do some really important I manage to fill my time with something that is really not that press and often totally irrelevant to anything. Take today, I went to see my MSc supervisor this morning and started getting everything together for my Thesis, I then went to the library, then home to start work, where I managed to find a tape recorder, I can’t remember the last ‘Audio Cassette’ I had, but I needed to record the audio of a relaxation tape, I failed miserably. fortunately someone young, brighter and a damn sight more attractive also needed the tape so has done a fantastic job for me.
So after wasting two hours doing that I just got settle into writing out, and cutting and pasting various questionnaires when the phone rang and Brian ask if I wanted to run up Snowdon.
“Yeah, sure that sounds ace” (well it sounded better than doing work I really had to do)
So I ran up Snowdon, and I did it in a reasonably time one hour ten minutes up and 50 minutes down. So 2 hours cattle grid to cattle grid on the Llanberis Path. I am now totally exhausted, but hell i have set a time on the mountain, and I didn’t even set out today to go for a run, let alone run up the highest mountain in England and Wales.
We got down and rewarded ourselves a ice cold lager shandy, the drink of champions! In a garden I saw this crazy object, a concrete mole hill with real dead mole. What a fantastic practical joke, played by a old joker.
