
I have gained so much and lost so much. I stand atop The Old Man of Coniston and think about the people who once worked on the hill. Disused mines, stockpiled slate, abandoned machinery and deeply cut quarries - men and women, families, lives lived long ago all gone now. Confined to the past. Forever. As the years go by; surviving doesn't get any easier. The December conditions are cold and sharp.
'Oh man is a giddy thing' I listen to a song and start wandering down across the ridgeline. 'Love will not betray, dismay or enslave you, it will set you free. Be more like them, than you were made to be.' I smile as the sun breaks through the grey cloud and is followed by blue sky. At last I can see where I am going. I put my compass and map away and begin to enjoy the hill.
I am leading a small group of walkers back down to Coniston. This week is a bit of a 'do it yourself week'. Well, what do you expect with X-mas coming up - we all need some time off.
We were staying a Wrostlers Barn on the shore of Coniston water. Thank god it had a wood-burning oven to warm us. The snow started falling on Wednesday. What made it worst was having to get in to a Canoe and paddle the River Lune. Trying to surf the wave at Devil's bridge when it's snowing in your eyes is pretty damn difficult!
Friday was a little nicer - half a day canoeing on Coniston Water. The beautiful lake where the famous kids book ‘Swallows and Amazons’ is set. We even got to walk on Peel Island - Whoop! The snowfall on Helvellyn looked fantastic in the background. I didn't want to leave. I didn't want to go back and face Christmas alone.
Until next year. Merry x-mas!
Peace,
Dan

