http://www.justgiving.com/gesarmor4peakspyreneesTwo days after the above video they shovelled the first sods on his rough-sawn pine coffin....
I drank that clear spring water for two weeks, I'd still be drinking it now.
I kept up with Eñaut until the next big up. Then I waved him off, had a drink and watched the young German father and his even younger son and daughter skip ahead of me. Oh boy! Age! I overtook them and charged up the hill with purpose. Too fast, not pacing myself, my mind was always ahead of my body and I´d have to stop again and again. Puffing and panting like a glassblower. The German trio caught up with me again and we had a laugh at the absurdity of it. I told the story (briefly!) of the Hare and the Tortoise to his children and they giggled. On and up ahead of them I went again and again. At the top I took a long draught of water and some chocolate. I was careful to do this at the top because you needed all your concentration to get down without tripping amongst all the roots.
A Frenchman greeted me with his lively young (that word again!) Australian sheepdog called Fonz. A collie with streaks in its shaggy coat, an attractive dog and well natured. The not old Germans coming along were apprehensive of its gaiety so I grabbed it and prevented it bounding onto the son . The family went passed me again. I talked about his dog, but briefly, my spider senses were tingling, his muscles were a little too well defined, I turned to go and almost walked into his girlfriend, an Amazon of such exquisite femininity all the trees seemed to stiffen in her gaze. No spider I.
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