Yesterday we did a seven mile walk in the Clwydian range and climbed Moely-y-Parc. It was hot, which made the climb harder. We hike every weekend, sometimes with friends and sometimes just Dan and I. Walking, especially with a climb, is my best therapy. The exertion of the climb, the exhilaration on reaching the top, and the stunning beauty of the views (if it's not raining and misty) distance me from all my problems.
Returning home exhausted, every bit of tension driven from my body, is my best sleeping draught.
Copyright © 2007 Barbara Attwood
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