Three grown men in the woods (the headtorches from left to right are Bobinson, Das, Me) at 320m, sitting out of the rain and eating Banoffee Pie.
I’m starting to forget what the hills look like in daylight. I’ll tell you though, it was bloody cold tonight. I know because my thumbs went numb, it’s my own personal thermometer that. If my thumbs work then I can carry on regardless, if they perform tasks like two Mars Bars in Powerstretch then it’s time for retreat and a hot cuppa.
I was wearing the “World Lightest Boots” again, and although I had issues and a general ambivalance to the other Inov8 boots, these new Roclite’s are good. It’s a high top trail runner, not a boot at all. I’ll do something on them later on when the Trail piece is out there.
It cleared up as we traversed the top of the crags and the stars came out. It has to be a total pain for anybody out with me these days because since I got that new camera I carry it more and I’m more likely to use it as well. That’s because I’ve got at least a chance of getting some sort of a usable/saveable-by editing with extreme prejudice photie, whereas before I’d leave the camera in the pack and say “Ach, it’ll never turn out”.