The last day of one of the wettest June's in living history. This sort of weather eventually gets me down, but even as I say that I feel guilty when I think of the people in Sheffield and elsewhere in South Yorkshire who have been overwhelmed by floodwater. It's hard to imagine how a city like Sheffield, and a few years back one like Carlisle, can be completely swamped by prolonged rainfall. I am suprised that today's technology does not provide the experts with all they need with regard to flood defences and pumps to prevent this sort of catastrophe from occuring.
Two weeks ago we took George to meet his Great Grandmother in South Wales. At the same time I took the funeral of an old family friend who had died at 97 years of age. It was strange to look at George after the funeral and to think that with all the developments in medicine and health care he could live well past 97 years. Mum enjoyed meeting her great grandson and he performed magnificently for her.
Last Saturday I cycled from Home to the Gym on the other side of Harrogate (Ashville) about 4 miles away. At the gym, nicely warmed up, I ran on the treadmill for 30 minutes, used some of the upper body machinery and then cycled home. I felt quite tired for the remainder of the day but it was a nice, healthy tiredness.
Last night we had the first of our long anticipated church treks. We chose to climb one of North Yorkshire's few real mountains, Pen Y Ghent. Sadly only Ian and myself turned out for the walk, perhaps because people feared going up or coming down a mountain in the dark, neither of which we did. We set off from Harrogate about 5.45pm, started climbing at 7.20pm and we were sitting on the summit by 8.15pm, enjoying a lovely summers evening, with wonderful views across the surrounding hills of North Yorkshire, sharing a delicious bar of Cadbury's chocolate. We were back down the mountain by 9.30pm and it was still quite light. I really must do this sort of thing more often; it's such a shame to waste the longer summer evenings. In a few weeks time we are going to take people from church to climb Snowdon, by which time the rain will have disappeared for the rest of the summer and we will be roasting in a six week long heatwave -
Two weeks ago we took George to meet his Great Grandmother in South Wales. At the same time I took the funeral of an old family friend who had died at 97 years of age. It was strange to look at George after the funeral and to think that with all the developments in medicine and health care he could live well past 97 years. Mum enjoyed meeting her great grandson and he performed magnificently for her.
Last Saturday I cycled from Home to the Gym on the other side of Harrogate (Ashville) about 4 miles away. At the gym, nicely warmed up, I ran on the treadmill for 30 minutes, used some of the upper body machinery and then cycled home. I felt quite tired for the remainder of the day but it was a nice, healthy tiredness.
Last night we had the first of our long anticipated church treks. We chose to climb one of North Yorkshire's few real mountains, Pen Y Ghent. Sadly only Ian and myself turned out for the walk, perhaps because people feared going up or coming down a mountain in the dark, neither of which we did. We set off from Harrogate about 5.45pm, started climbing at 7.20pm and we were sitting on the summit by 8.15pm, enjoying a lovely summers evening, with wonderful views across the surrounding hills of North Yorkshire, sharing a delicious bar of Cadbury's chocolate. We were back down the mountain by 9.30pm and it was still quite light. I really must do this sort of thing more often; it's such a shame to waste the longer summer evenings. In a few weeks time we are going to take people from church to climb Snowdon, by which time the rain will have disappeared for the rest of the summer and we will be roasting in a six week long heatwave -
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