Monday, December 15, 2014

A very strange year

 I know its not quite over yet, and that I didn't finish my last post (on long term to do list) but I just felt compelled to say its been an odd one. (That is about to get even odder).
Gwen crushing moroccan limestone

It started with a very odd conditions winter that led to lots of pleasant but quite frustrating tea drinking in Inverness. There was then the Morrocco adventure (misadventure?), which included a grim week of sickness (that lingered on long after the trip), getting caught out in a lightening storm/flash flood and various logistical obstacles. Shortly after was the alps trip which involved roaming obscure parts of the alps, sleeping in bushes trying to avoid the rain/ landowners. Then was a series of work trips. I don't think I have been on a work trip before. 2 weeks in Copenhagen and a less glamorous 3 weeks in Birmingham, trying to give an intelligent and switched on impression whilst still reeling from possibly still the morroccan sickness.
Copenhagen has alot of friendly statues 'It was this big'

And some less friendly ones

Copenhagen biocentre - a tad nicer architecture than Brambell


Posing for a photo in Birmingham, trying to not make it look posed....
Recently it had all calmed down and got more normal. Work and wall sessions were back on the menu. Obsessivly watching the apprentice, mornings eating banana pancakes. Wondering when it will start to snow and where my crampons are. I started to calm down after the frantic summer and feel like myself again. And instead of enjoying this normality for a little longer I decided to volunteer to go and help fight ebola (as a lab tech), as I didn't really feel like I had a good excuse not to. And I feel priviledged that I am in a position where I have skills that may be of use. So life has got a bit stranger and significantly more challenging again, no family Christmas and no climbing for 6 weeks again. The application/vetting process has been so full on for the past two weeks its left me little time to think about actually going. But now sat in a hotel on a course at Porton Down (no aliens yet) the reality is starting to sink in. I hope I will be ok.