I went hill climbing and hiking last week...DESPITE my Long COVID. I was completely knackered, but better than I usually am.
Spent some days down at my mums in Wales last week (looking after her house and cat while she went away) and went for a good walk with the missus to a village called Knucklas across the hills.
I'd heard there was a castle there, so we went looking for it. Through some woods, across an orchard, through more woods, up some big steps....paths that were barely visible. ALL uphill. Lynn gave up, but I carried on up...I wanted to see the castle. I got to the last part but collapsed, out of breath. So I crawled! I was determined! Anyway...I made it, but, guess what? There was no fckin castle! This was it:
https://www.google.com/maps/@52.3637898,-3.1035931,3a,75y,220h,110t/data=!3m8!1e1!3m6!1sAF1QipPpT6znpqWEsBiwjf0GEFo6exY0bAG3vb-i-dOG!2e10!3e11!6s//lh5.ggpht.com/p/AF1QipPpT6znpqWEsBiwjf0GEFo6exY0bAG3vb-i-dOG=w900-h600-k-no-pi-20-ya81-ro0-fo100!7i8704!8i4352?coh=205410&entry=ttu&g_ep=EgoyMDI0MDkxOC4xIKXMDSoASAFQAw==
So glad that I made it...the views were well worth it. Made me feel ALIVE. The ruins of the castle were used to build the nearby viaduct. It's just a mound now. Back in sunny Salford now...recovering. Painful joints and muscles!