Paths

A shoulder scan this morning at the Beardwood Hospital. With all the trauma of the ankle surgery I've not really noticed the shoulder, but the consultant was great today. He used ultrasound to get in motion images of the biomechanics and was able to confirm that there are no tears or significant damage and that this period of forced rest (together with anti-inflamatories and physio) should be enough to settle the impingement.

A lovely lunch at Brew Brothers left me set for the day under a fabulous blue sky (see extra, each picture taken within 100m but looking in opposite directions) . I headed over to Killington and decided to take a wander along a marked path. I don't do negative, but my encounter with a ?!*§:*£! #* cretin who tried to bully me with the claim that "there's no such thing as Open Access land" led to a frank exchange of views.

For every Yin there is of course a Yang. Returning to the reservoir I had a hilarious chat with an elderly, properly Cumbrian, fisherman who regaled me with his stories of not just the one that got away but also the one the goosander stole. He also confirmed that the chap I'd encountered earlier was a well known "wrong 'un"

Philosophy Friday
There is no path to happiness.
Happiness is the path.