They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them.
Laurence Binyon.
The day didn’t start too brightly for yours truly this morning, I struggled to lift my carcass out of bed once the alarm clock woke me around 6.00am, it was so dark outside, then the alarm went of again at five minutes past so by now I crow barred myself away from my nice warm bed. Off I trundled down stairs to put the kettle on for my flask then back up stairs to the bathroom to make something of this weary eyed excuse for a human being.
It wasn’t long before I was back downstairs where at this point I open the fridge door to get my hydration pack out & to my still half closed eyes I could see the pack had lost about half a litre of fluid, I was sure I filled it to capacity (2ltrs) oh well no signs of any leak the fridge was bone dry so I’m guessing I under estimated how much I actually put in. With the car packed I was on my way for 6.40.
Northbound & four miles into my journey I glance over to the passenger seat & just do a visual glance, Camera, GPS, Map case, Bananas, Mobile Phone..err where’s my mobile? I panic slightly hitting my trouser pockets to see if its in one of the side pockets,. What then follows is a volley of swear words aimed directly at myself, I had to go back which at this point which would mean a ten mile round trip, I even questioned myself would I need it? or should I just carry on? Yes of course was the answer so with the ten mile or so diversion I was back on track & northbound, it didn’t cost me too much time at all just the internal telling off.
Today I also missed a game at the DW, Wigan Athletic were playing host to WBA, now for me West Brom are playing out of there skins at the moment & Ill put it down to good management so my thoughts were going off how well we played against Liverpool the previous Wednesday night & I’m thinking I’m going to miss a good game here, the trouble was I had Owen my son playing Sunday league on the Sunday morning which meant it was one or the other,.clearly I missed the game & by the looks of it a fantastic first touch goal by Victor Moses. there’s a never a true saying ‘You cant have it all’ but I was were I loved.
I was pretty unsure what to expect, I’ve never been to Seathwaite before & a little daunted by my mornings failings kind of put me on edge a little. Seathwaite is a beautiful little farming hamlet tucked away in the Dunnerdale Valley, nestled between cattle grids farm houses & one or two farm gates that I had to stop the car to open, the track will eventually lead you to find the Walna Scar Road & the start of my walk.
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