My Dad has always been a keen mountain walker. He'd disappear every Sunday for most of the day kitted out with all the essential gear from walking boots to maps. When I was 5yrs old I had my own walking boots and a small blue leather trimmed rucksack with all my essentials like my spare socks, a packet of polos and a wagon wheel. I used to go with him on some of his shorter treks which could sometimes be 5 miles or more. Sounds great doesn't it..........well let me tell you .... it wasn't. Five miles is a hellova long way to a five yr old. I can remember him laughing at me 'cos I was knackered, arm in the air hanging onto his rucksack strap getting dragged up the hill. Moaning as you do "are we nearly there yet Dad" every now and again he'd give me one of those Dextrose tablets to give me energy. He still takes the mick now lol. The best part was at the end of the walk we'd always go to the pub and get coke in a real coke bottle and a packet of KP cheese and onion crips.
Untill today I never really appreciated why he'd want to go up the moutain and I'm going to shock him this week and phone him and ask when he's going next. If I promise not to hang on to his rucksack moaning, I reckon he'll be quite chuffed.
These photos were taken on the sychnant pass.