So this years Christmas jaunt took us up into the Langdales. The Deafster couldn't make it so it was just Dson and myself.
It was my intention to go to the summit of Harrison Stickle however with the winds blowing the occasional 80mph gust making families cower to the ground it soon became apparent that a summit trek might not be best. Instead we made our way to the tarn below and descended for mulled wine and mince pies at the bottom.
Kerry asked what we talked about on the walk. I replied "Nothing" because I doubt she'd understand. When she's with other women there is rarely a quiet moment, they talk about anything and forever. Dson and I talk mainly about funny things, about amazing facts and take the piss out of each other and other people.
He needed a poo before we started climbing so I drove to the smallest garage ever, kind of knowing that they would no way have a public toilet, just for him to have the most basic of conversations a human can have with another human. "Do you have a toilet?", "No". Over and out. This made me laugh. What actually happened was slightly funnier. He went into the very small garage shop, obviously no toilet, but a huge collection of male magazines, all sporting homo-erotic images on the front. To not appear odd he looked at the magazines for a couple of minutes, thinking that it would be odd to ask for a toilet at this point he stared at the man behind the counter and exited the shop.
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| "Harrison Stickle and Pavey Ark" |
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| "Harrison Stickle" |
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| "On the Langdales" |
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