On the basis that a watched kettle takes twice as long to boil i thought perhaps my definate need for a bath would probably have a detrimental effect on the pipes thawing....as in they wouldn't.
So, the sun shining and the ground crispy and crunchy, wrapped up warm I persuaded Mr.H to accompany me on a walk.
Some negotiation took place as to exactly where we would walk and the merits and disadvantages.
I was suprised to hear Mr.H advocating a rather steep hill climb over a flat walk along the valley floor in the sunshine until i realised the true motivation....beer.
Good beer in a freezing cold pub served by a landlady, best described as ancient won over a third rate pint of insipid something in a warm pub served by a slightly less aged landlady.
Huffing and puffing and many a rest...I mean stop to admire the view and we finally reached the top.
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About Me
- T.D
- I came to live in west wales 15years ago and suddenly my world contracted so i'm going to write a blog and see if my world gets bigger. Well i've learnt the world doesn't get any bigger blogging but by enjoying what you have and seeking you get to meet some interesting people.
1 comment:
The words ' hill walk' strike fear in me. I can amble along on the flat no prob, but am so unfit that steepness and I do not go together. I once climbed a small mountain in Ausria and the only thing that kept me going was the fact that the friend I was with (and who was very much ahead) had all the chocolate in her rucksack.
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