Stare Into Space

Ramble on

Posted on | November 25, 2008 | Comments Off

So, a ramble up Sorrel Hill, with the brother, the other day.  A little less gruelling than our last outing.  Cold and a fog blew in for a few minutes but otherwise quite pleasant.  A friend of mine told me recently that two years of rain seems to have kept people off the mountains and I believe he’s right.  Many of the smaller trails were overgrown and difficult to follow.  Larger trails were muddy and boggy – although that’s not really anything unusual in these parts.

I figured out how to mark a route on Google Maps so here’s our Sorrel walk.  Beautiful views over the reservoir and into the Wicklow mountains proper.  Rather typically, we had both forgotten our cameras so I was stuck with the crappy one on my phone.  I won’t bore you with landscapes.  Instead, have a skull (they’re oddly common in the mountains).  I believe it’s a sheep but my ovine physiology isn’t what it once was.

And, the highlight of any outdoor activity: a brew.  Boiling up some water on a little alcohol-stove burner (with improvised windguard to save carrying the whole thing around) for a cuppa.  Scalding tea and lovely sarnies with a nice view – who could ask for more.

If you look carefully, you can see my reflection in the teapot.  Steady, ladies.  Steady.

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Gerry Hayes

Gerry Hayes

I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and debase my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.

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