Although this only took place over a single weekend this is going to be a long account since if you don't ever sleep and spend all your time doing things it can seem to last for a very long time indeed.
This would have been a longer holiday had I more holiday left to book off for it, which I didn't. So it wasn't.
The purpose of going to Devon was to do the River Dart 10KM which, as described elsewhere, I sensibly decided not to do. Lucy did though and finished in 3 hours and 15 minutes which is pretty good going. Instead I embarked on a 9mile power hike which left me absolutely exhausted.
Bob wants to go and do the same walk around Dovedale we did last Thursday to "keep things ticking over" so I'll do that with him and whoever else comes.
By then I think that will be my 5th walk at 2-3 day intervals so hopefully I am getting my legs used to the idea that they need to recover quickly before I start hurting them again. Obviously this isn't the same as doing it at 5 hourly intervals but maybe it will be a gentle introduction so at least they have some warning for what I am going to inflict on them !
I think my final walking schedule is planned all the way up to the real thing now.
Tomorrow I am going to stage a return to Wildboar Clough. I walked around there earlier in the year with Bob & Fraiser but we didn't have enough time to actually walk up Wildboar Clough as we walked around Danebarrow and Cut-Thorn hill instead.
Since everyone else pulled out of my plan to walk for miles around Kinder Scout and I didn't fancy walking about for 6 hours on my own all day I consoled myself with a short wander around on the Clent Hills in the evening.
I was hoping to arrive on top of the last hill around sunset and be treated to a magnificent sunset with the sun going down over the distant Shropshire Hills. That didn't happen, the sunset was rather pathetic.
Whilst looking for information on making JSON compatible WCF services this afternoon I came across Chris "Brasseye" Morris' fake newspaper column for the Observer in 1999. Half way through he decides to kill himself in 6 months time and document the process in his newspaper column.
He didn't reveal that the fake journalist - Richard Geefe - was him until the last column, where he does kill himself although I can't believe anyone would have taken any of this all that seriously. It is quite amusing ....
I am going to have my ears syringed tomorrow. I have never had that done before so I am hoping it's not quite such an awful procedure as it sounds.
Hopefully I will get to see what the "various types of nasty looking goo" are that the Doctor said he could see in my ear last week. Even more hopefully this Doctor, or Nurse, or whoever will tell me that you can't go swimming for at least 3 weeks after an ear syringing.