I’m afraid there’s no way round it. I’m going to have to tell you, and you, dear reader, are just going to have to cope with it. Last Thursday I was walking in glen Affric on what has to have been the Perfect Hill Day. I set off in the morning through the sparkling hoar frost and watched as the sun rose in a cloudless sky...
Stop, stop, stop. They don’t want to hear about this, they want to hear about you getting lost, falling flat on your face and a dramatic life and death struggle with the elements. They want to hear about a man battling for his life in the wilderness. Don’t tell them it was a fantastic sunny day with incredible views and the snow was rock hard making walking a joy, and they, at work in some awful office or home with the kids or the measles missed it, don’t tell them that!
I suppose I could tell them about the exploding ice. "Now you’re just making things up." No honest it did. "Okay, tell them about that then."
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