I lost my sight yesterday for a while. My peripheral vision was okay, but the centre of my vision was all pixillated for some strange reason. It happened once before about four years ago...just before a stonking migraine. No headaches this time.
Everything was back to normal for the debate and football, both of which were a little disappointing.
We are off to do the Yorkshire three peaks now. Tomorrow is the walk, but we are meeting up with everyone and staying at Dub Cote Farm tonight.
I have to say I'm a tad worried about my ability to walk for 12 hours up and down hills...and rain is on the way.
Why did I agree to this?
Perhaps it won't be so bad!
Perhaps it will!
Perhaps next time I'll think before I commit myself.
Perhaps I'll stop complaining and resolve to have a good time!
I think I'll take comfort from this quote from Robert Brault...
"Failure would be a bad thing if it didn't reopen so many opportunities."
There is opportunity in them there hills.