We’re too close to the hills to not take a run into them at the slightest excuse. It was pissing down and everything out there was sodden, but that just gave the snowballs a bit of bite when they hit the back of your neck.
Hot chocolate steaming up our glasses, wet gear misting up the truck windscreen, laughter louder than the CDs we fight over to see who chooses next one as we rolled home for dry socks and mindless prime time telly.
Been just the two of us for a year now, it’s just as well we get on so well.
It’s great to have you back dude, I’m sure I’m not alone in having missed your unique angle on life. It sounds like your home life has taken a turn and I’m sorry to hear that, but it also sounds like it’s working out. I hope you’re doing ok, and maybe we can catch up for jaunt oot sometime soon.
Aye, lots happened, lots more to come I dare say. We shall catch up at some point not too far away I hope.
But, I seem to have found my blogging voice again, I just suddenly wanted to write stuff and it feels like it used to looking at these pages.
I didn’t know how much I’d missed it, just downloading the mince from my head and inflicting it on the world.
I know folk will be wondering if I’ve abandoned the mountains and gear. No to both of those, but it’s not going to be the same this time.
However, in a week or so, this place will look just a little bit more like it used to.