Bowfell

A few pictures from Bowfell with angle tarn behind us. Believe it or not we scaled a an almost 45 degree angle on sheet ice with the tarn sloping away beneath us without realising. We went down rossets Gill almost on our bums before turning back off for dungeon ghyll.

We were very glad of the company of 3 guys who we ended up doing the route with in parts and we often talk about them and the intensity of that climb. It was freezing, our hands were like puddings but we were at the beginning of some very exciting adventures.

 

 

Lords Rake 2016

I finally did it! Bowfell in sheet ice, jacks Rake in blazing sun in June then after months of rubbish weather I’m proud to say I have both the Scafells under my belt.

The chock stone has gone. It’s like a brand new experience and I’m thrilled to have been one of the first up there since it came down.

We saw other beautiful sights along the way thanks to avoiding hard knot pass this time and it was utterly breathtaking stuff!

My published poetry

Dancing for the night her world listening

Child run freely wide eyes glistening

Bare gentle toes lead swiftly once more

Chase your path to the shore

Pebbles smooth, scattering, clattering

Shattering silence, twisting of hand

Fingers of diamonds, tiaras of sand

Chrystal moonlight, sparkling skin

Coasting white stallions ride your tide in

Little girl twirl on stage of starlight

Drenched in secrecy, love of the night

Chases shadows, glances at last

Rock pool reflections, face of the past

Woman she is, child of her own

Innocent heart though body now grown

Image she sees appears without care

Child-like regret becoming aware

Hazing moonset releases the day

Hands and eyes clenched, wishes to stay

Moon by her side turns and she goes

Breathtaking magic only she knows

Glances back briefly, her beautiful bay

Glittering youth shining on the new day

Five Minute Fiction By Me.

She

Up until this point Lola had considered herself to be a slightly boring church mouse of a woman, usually expected at most to enjoy the odd saucy novel with a packet of custard creams.

Not what most would call adventurous but recently she had surprised herself, delighting in how deceitful she had become and how calm she appeared despite dabbling in a slightly disturbing double life.

She knew what she was doing was wrong but consumed with new passions would stop at nothing to hit those intense feelings of pleasure that she now craved so much.

Wednesdays were perfect! Her Husband worked late and she meticulously planned how each of her victims would spend the last moments of their oh-so-sweet existance then after tucking the kids up in bed she would sneak down stairs and set the scene. Lights down low, candles flickering, disguising the web that she herself had incredibly spun from the pure silk of greed and lust.

When the time came to execute her wicked plan she could barely contain herself. The smiling assassin. She pounced straight away. Ripping, licking, sucking and trembling with joy. Fulfilling her fantasies, she revelled in the power she felt. Eyes wide and bulging, she drooled, devouring her helpless victims as they melted in to the moment.

As always it was over too soon. Frenzy gave way to reality and she dropped to her knees holding her head in her hands, overcome with shame.

The sound of keys in the lock startled her. Panicking she scanned the room knowing the game was up. She grabbed at the tell tale foil packets discarded on the rug in the throes of lust but she knew it was too late.

Her Husband stood in the doorway open jawed and shocked at what he could see. Lola opened her mouth to explain but no words would come.

Composing herself she blew a stray hair from her mouth and brushed herself down. Red faced she attempted a muttered apology for her appearance. She stumbled towards her shell shocked mate and grabbed his hand. She signalled to a drawer in the China cabinet and he pushed aside a pile of unread mail and crumpled drawings to reveal the secrets of her double crossing ways.

He began to understand and a smile touched his lips as he calculated how long his wife had been stashing away the kids chocolate bars and saving them for her own selfish indulgence.

She confessed everything and felt relieved as he laughed and stroked her face lovingly. After all he would never tell the children what she had done would he?

As Steve cuddled Lola in to his strong arms she unwrapped and handed him a tempting mouth watering bribe, pleading with his eyes for him to take it and all the while knowing that if she was going down for this then she was taking him down with her.

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