Early this morning I seriously questioned my judgement – I'd told Cliff that I'd go with him on the 14 mile walk he was leading for a local walking group, the promised sunny day happened yesterday and this morning started with ice and snow!
Well I did go, and eleven other insane ramblers turned up too. We set off in driving snow and headed to the summit – the highest point in Suffolk, Great Wood Hill 128 metres. (Yes I know that's not Everest, but it's as high as we do around here – and the views, when there's not a blizzard are splendid.)
Undetered by the weather we plodded on through the mud, to be rewarded after lunch by glorious sunshine – who says life isn't fair!
And . . . I finished my first 'A Group' walk, all of it, every muddy step of the way
. . . woooo-hoo!
After a big mug of tea and a bath I was bouncy enough to bake cherry and vanilla muffins
. . . and I'm going to eat one right now :-)
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