Gallimaufry

Recently I bought a Nite watch, and idly entered a competition on their website and  I won 3rd prize:

One year’s subscription to Trail

RAB Tempur waterproof jacket

MSR Micro Rocket stove

One year’s supply of Granger’s waterproofing

Nite-glow keyring

Lifeventure scales.

My only other win ever was a spot prize at a dance when I was thirteen - it was a shaving set.

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Not good news on the knee: a few nights ago, in bed, I had muscular spasms in my calf and spent a sleepless night pondering the intricacies of neurosurgery, remembering scenes from a hospital thriller film in my childhood which scarred me for life - Green for Danger. Next morning, things seemed ok, and I walked four miles, but then spasms happened all over again that night.

So it was off to my gp - he is a keen walker and winter mountaineer, and looks upon my activities with good humour. His technique was interesting - he asked about my fears, and I confessed to my morbid forebodings of homicdal surgeons, and some other things, including my theory of there being a fine line between improvment or self destruction when pushing hard with exercises.

“There” he said,

“I ask patients these questions and then often find they give me the diagnosis”.

When I told him about the exercises I was encouraged to pursue aggressively by the physio,  Dr. A. reckoned I had been overdoing it, perhaps stretching nerves (I didn't know you could do that, but it sure fits with what was happening to me). He suggested taking it easy and predicted things would settle down.

Well, he was right. I have been inert, but feeling indolent, and a bit guilty, for the last few days, but the muscles have stopped their convulsions. 

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I watched Richard11 a few nights ago and  realised it was the film I had seen in production at Whitesands Bay two days before the end of my Welsh Boundary walk last summer. Here is an extract from my journal

There was drama, literally, at Whitesands Bay. A film company was making a production of either Richard the Second (or the Third) - my two sources differed. As I arrived on the cliff top I encountered two people, the first being some sort of paparazzi who had found what coarse fishermen call "a good hole" well nestled into the long grass with camera and long lens overlooking the scene of the production on the beach. The second was an archetypal security, night club bouncer type who was trying to eject Paparazzi, but with seriously challenged verbal skill- these two combatants were really going at it as I slid past unnoticed.

The guy in the café a bit further on said the production had brought little extra business because the film company are almost self sufficient, and in fact they had been trying to prevent the public from visiting the bay.

 

I’m just going to watch the sequel now - Henry 1V Pt. 1...

... dammit! It's been cancelled because of the ****** tennis.

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Katie update:

I wonder?