He was out for an hour and a half, having got himself lost on the descent. He had ended up wading through the deep, marshy upland, past his ankles in sludge.
Whilst he was in the shower I went into the kitchen to make a cup of tea. There was an overpowering stench which appeared to me to resemble very strong cat litter aroma or blocked drains. It turned out to be his fell shoes and their rubbery insoles drying on the radiator.
Boy, did those shoes honk!
This morning we took the early bus to Douglas as P was due his booster jab. We had brunch afterwards in The Caff, opposite the bus station. P had the pensioners ' size all-day breakfast and I had an omelette, which turned out to be a 4 egg omelette (!) with a huge slice of buttered extra thick toast. I struggled (wo)manfully but had to admit defeat halfway through.
P is planning to drive back into Douglas this evening to attend the Fell Runners Club AGM, despite the severe weather warning for tonight. The Mountain Road will be closed due to the forecast so he will have to travel the long way via the coast road. Nothing is going to keep him from the annual fell league awards and prize giving with its carb loaded buffet. Not even the forecast severe storm force winds accompanied by wintry showers.
Worried? Me? Whatever makes you think that.