When I got what I call my ‘miracle medication’ in 2007 my life changed beyond all recognition. I don’t think it’s putting it too strongly to say that it gave me my life back. Pretty special things then, my little yellow pills and worthy of the highest respect! So, it has only ever seemed right and proper to me, considering the invaluable service they render, that I should take the very best care of them and this, I thought, must involve carrying them in a suitable receptacle. Somehow, the little blister packs they come in just don’t seem worthy of transporting such a precious cargo. Continue reading
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Kilimanjaro Video – Version 1
First stab at a video of Kilimanjaro highlights.
Bryn :: Countdown
When Karen and I are in the build up to a marathon, everything involves a countdown. Months, weeks, days. When we are running it is miles to go, bends to run etc. Kilimanjaro is less than a week away. This time next week we will be waking up in the shadow of the mountain for a day of exploring and relaxing. The briefing starts at 4pm. The climb starts a week tomorrow.
How will it feel? Daunting? For certain. Exciting? Undoubtedly. Incredible that it is happening at all? Definitely. I have been reviewing all my blogs over the last few months and recalling the days when I was looking into the future and seeing nothing. Just emptiness. With hindsight it was a blank page waiting for me to write a story or paint a picture. Imagine the hope it would have given me to see a picture of Kilimanjaro. Little me with backpack, kilt and spare kitchen sink. Marvellous. I would have crapped myself.
Hope is a glorious thing. Second only to humour and well ahead of Parkinson’s.
