I am going to climb a mountain. Not today, not tomorrow, not even this calendar year. Next summer, just so you know. Obviously climbing a mountain requires some training, the training that I am receiving in just eight days. I am spending a weekend camping in the New Forest, as close as you can actually get to an African mountain. This required me to buy some kit of my own (remember this?). so today I decided to give my walking boots their first real taste of the outdoors in the form of a gentle stroll through a soggy local woods. Tell you what, nature's actually alright. Cute little squirrels, dog walkers and bird song don't actually do a bad job of putting a spring in your step. And I will admit to whistling all of the way home, how cliche. In my brand new fleece, fairly old coat and technological walking socks I was cosy as you like. And before you think about it too much, my walking socks are technological because they have two layers so that the sock rubs against itself instead of your foot, preventing blisters forming. CLEVER. Now here's a picture of me looking ready to take on the great outdoors.
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That's what I looked like at about quarter to eleven this morning, now I'm just wearing boxers and a vest. I feel I do my best work when I'm all but naked. Now I'm off to my relaxation hub, the toilet, I will speak to you on Sunday :)
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