EMR my first reaction was I want me some of that train back down the mountain. 😂

But we don't really do we? The bottom of the mountain for me was a loss of f crap with no hope of better that I was ready to exit from.

It's a hard old climb but the view in the brief times the cloud cover clears, or the fresh bracing air, or the exhilaration of pulling self up that pass - it's all good isn't it?

At the moment I'm in a cravasse, having fallen through what I thought was solid ice, therapist is up top peering over the lip, urging me to grab hold of the rope and pull my self up, she's pulling on the rope too but I need to do my part. And it seems easier to lie here in the cold icy pit looking up at the unreachable sun.

Am also avoiding my feelings by waxing lyrical 🙄🙄 hugs