When you've worked it out can you explain radio waves and how the sound gets inside my radio? Is it just magic?
And as for thinking about electricity - that just makes my head hurt.:confused:
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I was fortunate enough to grow up in Ambleside. When I wasn't swimming in the lakes and rivers, scrambling up Stock Ghyll or discovering how to use a map and compass on a misty loughrigg ( things which people now seem to pay other people to show them how to do) most of us spent many hours clambering all over the rocks in the park. They were polished clean by use, we had loads of routes and abseil points and it was just what we did. Sadly over the years they have fallen in to disuse and it's very rare to see anyone on them nowadays. But a few years ago I was running through the park and saw a young lad part way up a low slab with his Dad encouraging him from the bottom - except when I got in to earshot I discovered his father was telling him to get off there this instant - or he wouldn't be allowed to play on the iPad. How very sad.
Reminds me of when we had a family holiday in North Wales when my son was about 8. Walking below the Ogwen slabs, we stopped to watch the climbers. I turned my back, and when I looked round again, my son's feet were at a higher altitude than my head. He soon worked out that he wasn't able to make the next move, so I guided him back down. He has actually become a very competent boulderer, although tennis is his consuming passion now.
I was always independent and wanted to get outdoors and about as a kid...
I remember on a school-organised ramble to the Long Mynd i got a massive telling off for leaving everyone way behind across Pole Bank, and then attempting a run down the steep side of Cardingmill Valley where i ended up falling most of the way down (a pointer to my crap descending now).
First trip to the Lakes i got a massive telling off from my parents for again leaving them way behind on the climb to the summit of Pike O Blisco... and then throwing a massive paddy because after we'd climbed Catbells, Maiden Moor and High Spy, they insisted we turn round, and wouldn't let me complete the rest of the Newlands Round on my own.
I did feel out of my depth once when me and my dad went climbing round the rocky coast between two sandy bays in Cornwall... i think our attempt at adventure is what is now called "coasteering"
Before i got into fellrunning, me and my brother liked to pick out unorthodox routes up the Lakeland peaks... not graded scrambles or anything, but making it up as we went along... a rough scramble up Dow Crag from Goats Water, by the side of the real crags.... and up the scree gully through the axe factory onto Pike Of Stickle, etc.
About ten years ago we had an eventful walk up Sca Fell Pike when my son lost an IPod touch.
Don't judge me for letting him take it on the walk. He liked making videos as well as playing games on it.
Maybe it was the bribe to get him up the hill.
Anyway he didn't realise it had gone until half way down the Corridor Route.
I remember a nice sit down with two small boys while the husband went back to the top looking for the lost item.
Needless to say it was long gone.
The pint in the Wasdale Head took the edge off the trauma.
I used to drink out of puddles when i was a lad, and dig holes in the veg plot with my bare hands. These are the sort of things today's youngsters don't do enough of, that and eating firelighters because they smell nice.