Is it just me or is time really flying past these days; whether you're a driver of a train or not. (younger visitors might not understand that bit)
O dear it's the 23rd of June again, and, I'm reminded that this time last year I acquired a zero. Ah well, I suppose there wa no use in crying over something I couldn't change. Although, that was exactly what I did last year when I was dreading it for weeks in advance, only to find that my predicted catastrophe of cataclysmic dimensions never actually happened. I'm not sure exactly what the catastrophe was going to be, but I was convinced there would be one. Now, 115 Lake District walks and about 860 miles later, that awful zero has painlessly turned into a less noticeable number one.
I admit losing the zero hasn't stopped me thinking about things though. Mainly I probably less time in front of me than there is behind; and that's a truth the hurts.
Anyway: rather than dwell on the on the negatives on this lovely summers day, I've decided that regardless of how long I've had the cup, today it is definitely half full, , , , or because of how this walk turned out it was actually full to the brim.
After seeing how sunny and clear it was on these fells I abandoned my original plan of walking on the Langdales and turned off the A66 to park up at the quarry car park just above Braithwaite. Despite the route being somewhat obvious, it was completely made up as I went along.