Jake & I on Castle Hill

My friend Jake and I as we near the end of the longest walk we've taken in some years. Not far by anyone else's standards but for us it's like Scott man-hauling to the South Pole... And Jake certainly had to do a deal of "man-hauling" or "Nor-man-hauling" at least to get us back to the car park.

Today Jake is still asleep, recovering from an unaccustomed but welcome level of both exercise and excitement. I am couch potatoing, taking fairly massive doses of opiates and wondering how many days it will be before the pain recedes back to "normal" levels. Don't get me wrong though, it was worth every moment of the recovery time required.