I made a bucket-list of goals in hospital, one of which I did not tick off. But it was my list and only Esther knew that I had a list that included ‘climb Merrick’ on it. It was rubbish weather the day when I should have climbed it, and for a good few days after. So I dropped it.
But Merrick is our mountain, the one we can see from our village and the one we have not got around to climbing because it’s a bit of a faff to get to. It should have snow on it now and be standing out on the horizon on crisp mornings. No snow yet, but we had a perfect forecast after a night of mind-spinning clarity and a sharp frost. So we made a flask, cut sandwiches and slabs of cut-price Christmas cake and set off. Everyone should own a flak, they are so liberating.
That is all of the list ticked off now. I can return to not being a list person. I drank a long cool drink from the first ice fringed burn I could find as we walked back from the summit to mark the event. Now get out and do stuff people, hello 2019!