Schlep

What remains - dead hawthorn tree on the path to Win Hill

The word "schlep" was unknown to me until I noticed blogging chum Steve Reed using it. "Schlep" can mean a few things to do with tedium and heaviness but for some reason I think it works nicely when describing a long uphill walk that never seems to end.

Today I needed a physical workout so for some reason I decided that I would head for the summit of Win Hill which I had not surmounted in a long while. I planned to approach it from the hamlet of Aston and knew there'd be a two mile incline - upwards all the way. Yes it was a good old schlep.

Being on my own, I knew that I could stop to rest whenever I wanted. No need for apology or explanation.

Half way up, I said "hello" to a young Asian woman when our paths converged. At the top, we met again and  had a nice conversation.

Wild rhododendron blooms by the path to Win Hill

She was from Reading west of London and had never been to The Peak District before. Standing on the top of Win Hill, I was able to explain several features of the landscape to her. I take my intimate knowledge of the area for granted. During our conversation, I used the term "schlep" and had to explain it to her as she had also never heard it before. Thus the  candle flame of schlepping lit in England by Steve Reed has been passed on to the leafy suburbs of Reading.

My descent was less arduous than the ascent and I hardly stopped at all. I guess that I wasn't schlepping then but even so I was pleasantly weary when I got back to my silver machine (a.k.a. Clint).

It was after six o clock when I got back home to make my "partner" her tea. It was Spaghetti YP. This involves frying up chopped bacon and onions with slices of courgette and mixing that in with wholewheat spaghetti and  a big handful of grated parmesan cheese. There were also two baked ciabatta rolls. Thankfully, she seemed satisfied.

On the summit of Win Hill looking to Ladybower Reservoir

from Yorkshire Pudding https://ift.tt/MEADhtq