I’m bloody cream crackered I am!! And no mistake. “Go on without me! Just leave me here to die…” – well, not quite that bad ;) But there was no way I had it in me to get through the forthcoming boulder climb of a path, even if it was only 2 miles as the crows fly. A bumbling rambling mess, Cookie sniffed out a splendid stealth camp spot, and rolled me up in the tent for the night. Not before administering the universal perker-upper-er that is, a stiff shot of boozes in mug of Berocca.
Thank god I am hiking with super kitted Doctor Livingstone here! We stopped short of bringing the candelabra, but you never know what you’ll need ;)
1. Pretty reticent
2. No longer able to conceal my concern
3. Gibbering to avoid facing the truth!
I was really noT sure about this, as you can tell! We were a fair few days into the tramp, and fatigue was setting in. Knowing I wasn’t totally on the ball, or feeling 110% my gut instinct was telling me this was a really bad idea!