A very different kind of trip report.
Jhimmy and I were descending from Wetherlam after another very pleasant
day out (reminiscing as one does) about highlights of the previous day
and I was demonstrating (as one does) how I had skipped from high point
to high point along the crest of Striding Edge when the sample high
point I had chosen turned into a loose boulder which my weight pulled
out of its socket in the ground. Down I went in a heap with a twisted
ankle and Jhimmy was treated to a short extract from the closing
sequence of Jerry Springer, The Opera.
Jhimmy was very kind. He looked around unsuccessfully for a close source
of cold water and then offered to carry my pack as I limped off down the
track with the uncertain aid of my walking pole the bottom section of
which was refusing to function as instructed. Some way down the track we
deviated down to a running stream and I treated the twisted ankle to a
short emersion in very cold water. There was not much swelling and the
tender area was very local but it remained the case that I had to
proceed very gingerly for the remainder of the walk. I was glad I had
been wearing boots. A similar accident many years ago while wearing
trainers on Cannock Chase resulted in a extremely painful lump the size
and shape of half a chickens egg.
--
Roger Chapman
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