Friday morning, technically I was "at work"but under the new bank holiday rules this meant I only have to answer the phone if someone calls me. No one at work has my number in any official capacity so that wasn't too much of a concern.
Having packed a suitable looking pile of clothes and, of course, all my swimming equipment I picked up Lucy from Grans house and then went to pick up Tim from his house.
Unsatisfied with the performance of my current walking boots ( which are otherwise extremely comfortable and nice ) on even slightly damp rocks or mud I recently purchased a spare part of boots which are alleged, according to the internet, to have the stickiest soles in the universe.
Yesterday, whilst sampling curry, Paul & I decided we'd like to re-create the real ale train journey we did from Manchester to Leeds.
We decided that there are dozens of real ale breweries in Shropshire and that there's a local train between Shrewsbury and Hereford with 4 or 5 stops at places like Ludlow and other places likely to contain pubs.
Paul wants to spend the day doing that, staying in Hereford or somewhere overnight and going back to Birmingham the next day.
Last week I thought it might be nice if Big Richard The Rich Contractor took me to Alton Towers for the day rather than spending another day telling me how bored he is every 3 seconds. Typically, as a contractor, Richard was too tight to agree to this nice day out but I continued to browse the Alton Towers website for most of the rest of the afternoon as I too was quite bored.
By and by I came across some very disturbing information which I thought required an immediate rectification.
My next challenge, in May, is to finally get to the top of Scafel Pike. Hopefully various people from work will be joining me for this challenge provided that I arrange it a) during the day and b) on a nice sunny day. They will be lucky.
Despite the hideous disco that did its best to keep me awake I slept reasonably well and woke up with a good 15 minutes to spare before we had to leave for the airport. I quickly ate a boiled egg for breakfast and quickly dashed outside with my bag to ensure there was time for a cigarette before the mini bus left for the airport.
Amazingly I woke up, just, before we actually had to leave. Even more amazingly all the things I had washed were actually dry.
I threw most things in the bag and then ran/walked down to breakfast. Their was quite a nice choice of breakfast food, I had scrambled eggs. Lucy and April realised it would be possible to use more of the breakfast food to make us some sandwiches for lunch as well so we could avoid buying any.
The noise of Lucy and Aprils organising woke me up. Today was apparently an especially big organisation in order to cope with the logistical challenges of being both in the desert and in Petra, where would be in the afternoon.
This simplyfied my own organistation, I put some clothes on shoved everything else into the bag. Took down the tent and had some breakfast.
Sometime later my dozing was interrupted by the sounds of Lucy & April organising their bags and their tent. This went on for some time during which I packed my bag, took down my tent, had breakfast, smoked my 3rd last cigarette and had a cup of tea.
Whilst spectating at all the organising going on in their tent I stepped backwards and accidentally crushed a small blue cactus plant, I thought nothing of it.
After another great nights sleep I woke up more or less at dawn and lazed in my tent waiting for an appropriate moment to arise properly.
My peace and quiet was soon broken by the loud noise of Lucy & April waking up and beginning the morning organisation of things in their tent. It appeared, from what I could overhear, that sleeping in hats, gloves and all of ones clothes can make it a bit too hot in the morning in a small tent with the sun beating down on it.