Lucy was supervising Gran this weekend so when I mentioned I'd probably be going for a walk on Sunday or Monday she wanted to come along too.
I had been planning to go to the Peak District to walk around Edale or somewhere like that but Lucy's gran supervision requirements meant we couldn't leave until after 10:30 and needed to back around 6. Since I was Nuisance and Chicken minding this weekend as well I needed to be back around 6 otherwise Nuisance would become displeased at the delay to her tea time.
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.