It is the most wonderful thing.
We are in the camper van.
We are heading over to Yorkshire so that tomorrow we can collect the children.
It is unimaginably brilliant. I had hoped we might be able to do this but never really thought it was possible because of the brakes.
Mark has had the brakes in bits all over the kitchen table this week and now he has fixed them. He wanted to clean them up by putting them in the dishwasher, but that is not the sort of thing that married men are allowed to do.
He came home from work early this afternoon and put them back on the camper van. I had not expected him to do this, and so misfortunately when he arrived I had put myself back to bed for a little afternoon snooze. It is difficult to convince somebody that you are an enthusiastic housewife after that point.
I thought that I had earned the sleep. I worked late last night, and then whilst we were having coffee in bed this morning, Number One Son-In-Law, who has now become my personal trainer, sent me a text reminding me about helpful parts of my exercise plan.
He is taking the whole thing very seriously. He has tried so hard to be helpful that I am trying hard with the getting out of breath things in order not to disappoint him. He sent me a little video this afternoon showing me the correct way to do a bleep test. I was very touched and shall give it a go when the weather improves a bit.
With this in mind I dragged myself out of bed and off up the fell. This morning I ran for some bits of it. They were very short bits, but it was real running all the same, only a bit hampered by my enormous coat, boots, hat and scarf. I suppose even Usain Bolt had to start somewhere.
It was raining. It was raining hard on top of the snow, which had turned to a sheet of muddy ice. I slipped and slithered and when I got to the top there was a thick mist. This was really disorientating, and for a few moments I couldn’t quite work out which way I was going. I had visions of the mountain rescue having to be summoned to rescue a stupid dog walker who turned out to be just at the back of her house, but fortunately I recognised a tree and set off in the right direction again.
I got soaked. My boots filled up, my hat was sodden, and my trousers got that horrible cold wet patch that starts just below your coat where the water drips off it, and then saturates your trousers.
I was glad to be home.
I went to the gym before we set off this evening as well. Mark thinks he can detect some muscle definition but I think he is making it up in order to create an opportunity to squeeze bits of me.
I am going to bed. It is very late indeed.
For anybody who wants me, we are in Yorkshire and I have forgotten to bring my telephone, so I cannot be reached. You will have to wait until we get home.
We are in the camper van.
It is utterly brilliant.
I did have some photographs but they were all on my forgotten telephone.
Have a picture of the snow from the other day instead.
