There are times when I loath being stuck in the city. A city person I am not. A bothy on the hill would be better. A hospital appointment next week means me being hooked up to a mobile E.C.G. monitor for twenty four hours!!
Prowling restlessly around the flat, I am sorting gear. With winter not being too far away I need to start assessing my winter stuff. The larger tent is taken down from the cupboard and checked over. It is good to go and probably will be used on the next trip. My sleeping bag needs replacing or cleaned and upgraded. Darned expensive either way. A major outlay for me.
The group Genticorum is playing the background. Oh my, they are not good for one, such joyful, lively music, they would have one dancing around the kitchen table. Feet begin to twitch and there is an urge to dance.
On the draining board is one of my stoves. A heavier liquid fuel beasty. Not so good for backpacking but ideal for a fixed winter camp. It certainly chucks out an impressive amount of heat.
The tent I am sorting out is a single, upright pole jobby. On soft ground the pole can sink which is a nuisance. Digging through odds and sods of gubbins I have found a ski pole basket. With a bit of faffing around it becomes a handy foot for the pole to sit on.
With ongoing computer difficulties, I have had to dig out my old, somewhat unreliable laptop. Sorting through stored documents I realised I still have a lot of my old writings. There is a temptation to begin again.
In the meantime maps are being perused. There is a rough outline of my next trip already planned. A lot hinges on cheap train tickets. Thus it will be another part of the Dales. No hardship there though. It will be a joy to be away.