I.m sobered by the number of fellow forumites who have 'come out' as labouring under the curse of depression.
I'm sorry, bewildered and not a little blind sided by the number of you who are 'suffering'
I always thought that fell running would be populated by the wild, self confident, strong and indomitable spirits of popular myth.
But, like life, reality does not match imagination.

Strength to you all. Chin up, steely gaze and girded loin.

And may I leave you on this good evening with a simple treasured memory from my youngest daughter who we dragged up Snowdon when she was just four. As we toiled our way across the ridge from Crib Y ddysgyl to Yr Wyddfa she offered the following observation....'Daddy, aren't mountains Strong?"
I've never forgotten such am eloquent summation of what must have seemed like a massive challenge to someone so little. She was not fazed or worried, just respectful of the enormity of the task she had taken on. The reason for recounting this is to encourage you all to see your own challenges as not insurmountable, just 'strong'. But, with the help of others, quite defeatable.