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climb every mountain

I will write a proper post about London soon (although I should say how lovely it was to see yiskah, felinitykat and snowballjane again, even if the first two did get to see me rambling drunkenly - I blame consuming no non-caffeinated liquids all day, flying, and then knocking back several glasses of wine and a dirty great pint of cider - and finally meet the truly delightful glitterboy1, who along with Jane got to hear me rambling soberly about hoovers. It's hard to say who got the worse deal, really). But in the meantime, I would like to tell you that this morning, along with Patsington and several chums, I CLIMBED A MOUNTAIN.

An actual mountain, not, like, a metaphorical one. This one, in fact. As you can see, it's hardly Everest, or even Ben Nevis, and it was actually pretty easy, not least because the weather was sunny and gorgeous. When we finally arrived at the top we had an absolutely fantastic view, which made all the scrambling about totally worth it. In fact, it was so warm that we lounged about on some rocks for a while, although my feeling of climbing triumph was dimmed somewhat by the sight of a family, including a five year old and an actual baby in a sling, striding forcefully around the peak a few minutes after our accension. Then we climbed down again, drove to Enniskerry, feasted on fancy burgers and drove home again. Bizarrely enough, although the climb itself was strenuous but perfectly do-able, I am now incredibly physically knackered and want to go to bed, but we are going down to Patsington's parents house to be fed, so I will try and stay awake for a while.


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Mar. 11th, 2007 12:01 am (UTC)
What a cool name for a mountain. Did you look around the ruined cloisters?
Mar. 12th, 2007 02:43 pm (UTC)
I don't think they exist! There's certainly no sign of them. But is is a cool name, isn't it? It's a dormant volcano, too, which always thrilled and scared me a bit when I was little; because Dublin lies in a valley and we lived on the other side of the city, I could see it from near our house. After Mount St Helens erupted I was convinced that the Sugarloaf would be next...
Mar. 11th, 2007 09:50 pm (UTC)
You should never underestimate the willingness of Dyson devotees to talk about their vacuum cleaners. :-) Seriously, I think I got a pretty good deal. I'm so pleased to have finally met you! I wish it could have been longer, but there will be other times. For now, I have a happy memory.

Yay for your mountaineering adventures! It sounds like hard work. As for the family, I'm sure they cheated. I'm reminded of the day that my father walked us up Snowdon. It turned out that, not only had he taken us up the hardest path, but we could have caught a train up the other side.
Mar. 12th, 2007 10:48 am (UTC)
Yay, you did it. Now we can lure the two of you out on hill-walking expeditions, yes?

I climbed some mountain on Saturday in solidarity with you, you'll be glad to know.
Mar. 13th, 2007 05:20 am (UTC)
It wasn't THIS mountain you saw the baby and five-year-old sibling on, I hope: http://www.technology.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/uk/article1415485.ece

Mar. 13th, 2007 08:38 am (UTC)
Ha! No, it was the Sugarloaf, so it was barely a mountain at all. More of a hill, really. And the baby seemed more experienced than us - despite the fact that it was travelling in a papoose thing, it had little miniature boots! It was also wearing a very jaunty fleece hat with a sort of stegasaurus-esque mohican of red flappy bits down the middle.
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