I'm going hiking next week, got it planned for my old man, my uncle to come and hike round this huge reservoir, nicknamed 'starving reservoir' until the old fart recently found out where it was again and what its name is (I can't remember).
It got that nickname from when we went hiking round it when I was in my mid teens or so, we had walked, and walked, and walked and WALKED for many, many hours, and by the time we got back to civilization (or its periphery at least), we were so hungry I felt as though I was almost going to collapse in a heap.
Got to a pub, only for them to be closing up shop right as we got there, but, kindly they let us in to buy ourselves (or in my case be bought, as I was too young then to buy my own drink) a cold pint, on a hot day; and a plate of nosh. Mana from heaven, absolute heaven in a pint glass and plate. I'd have been about ready to ram-raid the pub I was that hungry, if they hadn't taken kindly to us poor bedraggled, ravenous travellers and steal every last snack in the place, not to mention drain a large proportion of beer straight from the keg and down my neck
Going back there again next tuesday, just after I pick up (and shoot up) my meds, but this time, taking some food and drink with us in the backpack(s?) and stopping to fuel up with a pint or two and a cake before we go off.
I'm looking forward to it though, hoping I'll find a bag or two of mushrooms to take home at least, and cook up for tea.
