Broken

It’s true that I did take the most direct route to the summit of Spartleton Hill but it wasn’t quite that bad.

A lovely day in the hills with this young man. Lots of chat and laughs, even when it was obvious we’d taken a wrong turn back down from the summit. But it was a beautiful day and there wasn’t another soul to be seen. Blissful.

Earlier, I’d done an hour on the Wattbike so I’m looking forward to the inevitable cramping legs this evening as I fall asleep in front of the Liverpool match.