When lying in a crumpled heap at the bottom of a cliff or under a heap of rocks at the backend of nowhere down an orrible mucky hole, I've at times wished I collected stamps. Then thought there must be some Marmitety tasting stamps.
Used to climb a lot. Got back into it a bit last year but then I put my back out on a crunch move. Depressingly telling about my own worn out and battered bones. Even flipping hillwalking has turned out too much - discovered my hip joints need replacing! Sport and exercise is over-rated and bad for you! Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk