Around this time of year an important milestone, a personal turning point, is reached. The happy coincidence of a bright afternoon and a window of opportunity in the welter of work and family responsibilities will have me barrelling home, flinging on a coat, lacing up my boots (metaphorically at least) and getting out for a first post-walk daylight stroll of the new year. Usually, it arrives sometime in February when the snowdrops are poking toward the light and perhaps a few primroses are flowering.
It’s almost a dead-cert that I will head down to the Cove to try to catch the sunset, and that I will arrive too late, but that I won’t mind too much, will simply be glad to be out.
This year it happened much earlier, just a couple of days ago in fact. A was keen to join me. Although the sun had set, the moon was bright in the south east and beside it a first ‘star’ which I think must have been Jupiter.
That brief saunter seems to have turned a switch somewhere in the inner recesses. It’s as if the new year has begun in earnest and suddenly I’m full of schemes and pipe-dreams again. Things I’d like to return to in 2013. High on the agenda is messing about in boats: to do some sailing; to buy, beg, borrow, blag, build a Canadian Canoe. I’m also very keen to fit in a wild camp sometime, somewhere. (To ‘fit into’ a wild camp is the principal problem here: sleeping bags tend to be one size, which in my case doesn’t fit all). After the Garsdale to Kirkby Stephen walk which CJ and I did late last year, and after avidly reading many of the posts and much of the information over at The 214 Wainwright Fells: without a car I’m also keen to try some more point-to-point routes using public transport.
I just received a message from WordPress to tell me that it is four years to the day that I started this blog.
…and feeling slightly disgruntled that WordPress have never sent me any messages of that sort, when lo and behold, what should turn up today, via the ether, but:
You registered on WordPress.com 5 years ago!
Well, well, bloody hell, as John Cooper Clarke might have put it, 5 years of inanities: who’d have thought it? Here’s to the next 5 years, and to all of you who have occasionally scanned through my wittering or have been kind enough to take the time to comment.
Prost! Sláinte! Santé! Skål! Arriba, abajo, al centro, para adentro! L’chaim! Cheers!