I am having trouble believing this myself. We visited beautiful Durham Cathedral, and Catherine asked me how I felt about climbing the 350 steps up to the top of the tower. I was not too worried about climbing up, but feared going down, which I always find more exacting on the knees and ankles.
Let me tell you that only a year ago, I would have politely declined! But I thought
What the heck? If I feel tired I’ll stop and go down before getting to the top.
It turned out easier than I had feared. I went up slowly, and in silence, while other people were panting just because they were climbing AND talking. And I went down slowly too.
The most difficult parts were when we were meeting people going up while we were going down or the other way round.
I must admit I am pretty proud of myself 😉
Incidentally, I will blog about meeting Peggy, Mrs K. and J., but it’ll have to wait till I get back to Normandy! I am sorting out photos, washing my laundry, and off to Vierzon in a couple of days, for a meeting with a college friend I haven’t seen in 39 years!