I emailed an old friend, Woodsy, from primary school days who I hadn’t seen for well over fifty years to ask him if he was interested in a week of walking , during a four week holiday I had planned in England.
It was mainly our nicknames that we had in common. Mine was Leafy.
It’s easy to make new friends on the track, so I figured two old mates should get along just fine.
The main purpose of my trip « back home », was to visit my ninety three year old Mum. She’s pretty fit and in jest I suggested she join me for a week of hiking in the wild north of England in early Spring. Winter snow, a reminder of the beast from the east, was still sitting on the higher ground.
My Mum had the perfect response,
« Why don’t you go with somebody young and sprightly like yourself John, …someone in their mid sixties like you? »
Woodsy, he’s the tall one in the photos, said, « yes ». He’d grown a lot since he was eleven years old! And yet he still looked the same, just with a few wrinkles, like me! We obviously still had a lot in common.
I’d suggested that maybe we could tackle Wainwright’s Coast to Coast. A serious overestimation of my ability.
Fortunately he picked the much shorter Hadrian’s Wall path.
I’d never been to Northumberland, so it was an adventure.
Here are a few photos. I’ll post more later and let you know how two old geezers got on after such a long gap on the ‘friend timeline’.