Great ideas, number 1
This is problematic, for into every life a hill must rise. Unless I move to Montana, and I don't want to move to Montana as I don't really like drinking rosé and I read somewhere that is all they drink out there. And if I read it then it must be so.
Also I like hiking and climbing up hills, I want to go down and do Glendalough again, but am a bit stymied as to how to go about this and not worry about drops.
Then on Friday evening, while propping up the bar in my local I had a Eureka moment. At least it SEEMED a good idea to me at the time, (inevitably most of my crackerjack thoughts are accompanied by hooch. The Fatcat brain operates quite well jacked up on alcohol you know)
That's right, blinkers, the same things horses wear. If I can fashion a set of blinkers and attatch them to a hat I won't notice that going up involves bloody great drops. If I can't see them I won't worry about them and that jelly like wobble that hits the back of my knees when ever a 'spectacular vista' appears. I can just focus on ahead, and forget all about the sides, and how easy it would be for me to drop and roll off them and plunge to my death!
Who knows, it might take off, this might be the solution to hundreds if not THOUSANDS of wibbly legged hill walkers. If you can't see it, it doesn't exist. Oh yes.
Huzzah for hooch, if only I had discovered it as a child I might very well have worked out the annoyingly addictive Rubix Cube and become a vet. But alas I wasn't much of a drinker until my late twenties.
Now to go an patent my idea. I can really see this taking off, can't you?
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