a summit
wolstonbury hill is of deep significance to me.
i first camped a night there when i was in the scouts.
and returned every year with friends (always around my birthday) for years after.
always with my oldest (he's ANCIENT) friend geoff (who's a day older than me)
i love being up there.
haven't been for many years now...maybe 15...maybe 20?
we favour the almost vertical climb through the woods, which although gruelling is the fastest way up.
you can't drive up: there's no car park...so there's not too many other people up there.
i've been telling the sons all week that on sunday, we'd be climbing a mountain together.
so they were very excited.
it's been another FANTASTIC day.
i'm having so many good times recently...the pecimist in me is concerned about what's round the corner.
my good times are always tainted with the certain knowledge that they can't last forever (nothing ever does).
the upside of this perspective is that bad times are always eased by knowing they can't last forever too.
geoff, rosie, oliver, thomas, danny, maximum and z.
enjoying a sausage sizzle followed by toasted marshmallows.
mmmmm...
it never looks as steep as it actually is.
oliver taking a little break.
maximum leading the way like a spritely mountain goat: running up the hill at times.
he was only beaten by a workout nut who was doing circuits: up the hill, a load of pressups, down the hill, up the hill, more press-ups etc... he did 4 up downs while we were there: NUTTER.
when z got to the top adults there asked how he had got up the hill.
'he walked', i said.
he did pass out completely once back down in the car on the way home again though.
a valiant effort from both sons.
a great day...
:)
almost...
bad news (for jezabelle)
returning to the farm, realised we hadn't seen jezabelle for a few days.
thought to investigate.
we will not be getting baby peachicks in a week.
and hamilton is now a widower.
his wife and unborn children were eaten by a fox or some foxes.
:(
the farm is in mourning.
we are very sad.