Always writing but sometimes you have to get away from the desk. Here’s a shoddy map I drew, in the car on the way to Wales, for a WIP.
Our tents, tucked away behind some trees.
Enjoying the last light of the evening sun.
An angel gate.
After a small ascent we realise that there’s a tough climb ahead.
A climb where I fell onto my butt or in some way so many times. The snow was so deep and I didn’t know whether my foot would hit solid ground or would push through to a foot deep.
The four walkers at the top.
Surrounded by snowy beauty.
Finally we begin our descent down to the lake and leave the snowy wilderness reluctantly behind.
I turn around and can hardly believe that there, in the distance, peaking out, is the summit we conquered. At this point, as I continue walking away and it recedes into the distance it feels as though the last few hours were a dream. Then my hips burn and my feet ache and I realise that it wasn’t.
A slow and foggy drive home.