It is one thing to say rash things like "live unwisely", another to do so. Still, my most beloved partner in crime always urges me on to do so, and I thank him for the many hilarious and spirit freeing adventures that this ethic has produced. The latest: a night time Peak District jaunt, that had taken us across snow clad moorland to the Anvil Stones and then, beautifully into a pine forest so deep in silent snow that the silence hurt your ears. And at the end of it, we find ourselves on a track where we had left the range rover, facing the continuation of the track, an unlocked gate and thousands of acres of snow drifted land.
It was too much for us to bear without doing the unwise thing of releasing the gate and piling the range rover into its sternest test yet. My mind is so filled with the vivid and hand-sweating tension of that foolhardy trip that I can scarcely spill it out. As ever, every new disaster was met with nothing but laughter. Again, how privileged I feel to have a friend who embraces abandon so readily and frees the maniac in me. To say we got stuck doesn't cover it. The range rover was bucking like a wild animal trying to free itself from enveloping snow drifts, whilst Ged and I rehearsed phone calls to the AA, helpless with giggling. No AA van in the country could have gone where we went. Indeed, even we thought "we can't go there...", then did. That we, and the vehicle emerged unscathed is a miracle born of the fine engineers who conceived and realised it, little knowing that two idiots who are both old enough to know better would test it by living once again, so unwisely.
It was too much for us to bear without doing the unwise thing of releasing the gate and piling the range rover into its sternest test yet. My mind is so filled with the vivid and hand-sweating tension of that foolhardy trip that I can scarcely spill it out. As ever, every new disaster was met with nothing but laughter. Again, how privileged I feel to have a friend who embraces abandon so readily and frees the maniac in me. To say we got stuck doesn't cover it. The range rover was bucking like a wild animal trying to free itself from enveloping snow drifts, whilst Ged and I rehearsed phone calls to the AA, helpless with giggling. No AA van in the country could have gone where we went. Indeed, even we thought "we can't go there...", then did. That we, and the vehicle emerged unscathed is a miracle born of the fine engineers who conceived and realised it, little knowing that two idiots who are both old enough to know better would test it by living once again, so unwisely.
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