It’s been a weird year. I started with Plantar Fasciitis at the end of January and it’s still not gone, eleven months later. Thankfully though, it has changed in character. I’ve been through many weeks where I was in so much pain I struggled to walk for half an hour, and then another period where it might be fine for up to about 6 miles, but would then suddenly morph into excrutiating agony with every step. Three physios and a lot of expense later (I’m sticking with this third physio), I now seem to be in a phase where I have some days with no pain at all, and others where it may twinge a few times, but actually has no impact on anything I want to do. This, I can cope with.
In the light of all this, it’s quite amazing how many camps I’ve managed to get out and do. In the first 6 months of the year mind, I was generally only walking about 3 miles maximum before pitching, whilst under the influence of both ibuprofen and cocodamol. These days, I’m glad to report, I rarely feel the need for any painkillers for it.
Anyway, enough of the dreaded PF, here goes with a few photos!
This was when I embarked on my solo Not The Coast To Coast, from Cleator to Kirkby Stephen. I did however, meet up with both Dale and Peter for a couple of nights, which was good fun.
November hosted a two night trip for Pebbles and I. First night on a site, second night, wild.
November was also ghostcamp no. 4 time. A Bothy for a change, although we’d all taken tents up just in case.
Festive wild camp with Dale.
Looking forward to 2019, Geoff and I have started putting plans together for walking the whole of the Kungsleden – south to north, Hemavan to Abisko. At a relaxed pace we’re planning on walking for about 30 days, in August and September. By going into autumn, we’ve got our fingers crossed for some aurora sightings!
Before then though, there’s the small matter of the kidney donation. This is scheduled for the 19th February, so should not only give Geoff plenty of time to get fit again before our trip, more importantly, will hopefully give our friend Jamie his life back. I cannot imagine how Jamie has been coping so well with 3 dialysis sessions every week, as well as having all the outdoor activities he loves put on hold. All our fingers are firmly crossed that the transplant is straightforward and problem free.
So to finish, Happy New Year to all our wonderful friends out there. Here’s hoping it’s filled with joy, love and laughter.