Garnett Bridge is about as far as I can get from home in the Lake District, so you might well be asking why I'd drive here to do a simple walk along the road instead of making a day of it on the fells. I suppose the main reason was because I saw today as a good opportunity to get some pictures of Longsleddale church and a few other places, but that still doesn't really answer your question. Well, , it only takes a split second for things to go horribly wrong, and that's what happened on Thursday evening when I fell at home. I've still got no idea exactly how it happened, all I know is when I was walking from the bedroom to the bathroom I ended up in a heap on the floor with my shoulder in a position it shouldn't have been and a pain in my leg like I'd just been hit with a cricket bat.
Forty minutes later when the room and my head had both stopped spinning I managed to get on my feet and straight away I had one of those "O my God, what have I just done" moments. Thankfully nothing was broken, but it didn't take a genius to realise the fells would be out of bounds for a few days at least. I could put up with the pain in my leg, but you just don't realise how much you use your shoulders until you can't. The most painful part today's walk was lifting the camera to take pictures.