BEING WRITTEN
4.34 miles 113m ascent just under three hours
Fleet Bay
It had been a while since I had walked with a rucksack and I woke this morning with rigor mortis. It was not generalised so either the early phase or already beginning to wane. I had been unusually tired the previous evening but was pretty sure I had been alive. So it was too soon for rigor mortis to be wearing off yet. I didn’t recall any interaction with the undead, though I had mentioned seeing a photograph of a zombie. (I had intended leaving a link but cannot now find the photo).
This walk had not been particularly arduous and Knockbrex Hill, its highest point, is only 40m high (and not 130m as some internet sites claim – it is 130 feet high). But it was my first outing with a rucksack this year, and the first over uneven ground. These two factors left me with stiffness in trapezius and quadriceps femoris.
