Ramble On

Think that's it.

Think I'm starting to get myself back. Think I've had more or less a good Disappearing day.

Had coffee and a single slice of toast (free, no less) at a new local cafe called Trenchers for breakfast, then was whisked off to the roof of the freakin' world, otherwise known as Morlais Gold Club. Dammmmmn cold up there this morning, but Ma and I were there for a good old Ramble.

The Ramblers' Association is a group of people who walk. No, let me re-phrase that. The Ramblers' Association is a group of hard-ass motherfuckers who WALK! 
Let's be clear - there's strolling, which is just the ambulatory form of getting from A-B. Then there's walking, which is the proper, calorie-burning version of getting from A-B. Then there's what these mad bastards do. What these mad bastards do is like walking, except not only uphill, but uphill, over rocky outcrop, down cliff-edge, through river, across mud-swamp, down dale and then, just when you figured they were done, back uphill some more to finally kill you off. 

We only did a moderate walk today, a five-miler, but god....DAMN...it wasn't like any five miles I've ever done before. Except possibly the five miles I did with Geraint while he was here - and on some of the same route, come to that.

Made me miss my brother, made me ache like a bastard...and - and I can't sufficiently explain this - made me want more. Will join them next month, and hope to do a 9.5 mile "energetic" walk, and to go forward from there to others.

Meanwhile, on returning from today's Ramble, had beans on toast, and this evening, d made some deeply nourishing home made chicken soup, so had a couple of bowls of that. That's healthier than recent days and weeks, so to me, it counts as a good Disappearing day. Now, on we go, to smaller and better things.