This time last year a very good friend of mine and fellow ‘weight warrior’ completed a one-kilometre Reindeer Walk for the RNLI and kick started a life-changing year, in which her 50th birthday suit featured greatly and frequently! Get ready to raise your glass to my guest blogger -a lady who truly does ‘Dream, Dare and Do’ – Averil Larke.
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Myself and Concern/Uganda buddy Vera Baker are heading off to Kerry tomorrow evening to climb with the extraordinary adventurer Pat Falvey on his beloved mountains.
Vera and I have been building up our hours on the hills in preperation for climbing Mount Elgon as part of our tri-adventure in Uganda for Concern next month. Two weeks ago we climbed Carrauntoohil, Ireland’s highest mountain – and that was the plan for this weekend too. But Pat might have something slightly different planned. He mentioned Purple Mountain and Tomies – a beautiful hike through gorgeous Killarney, with stunning misty views of the Gap, and the purple-hued shaly rock, after which the mountain gets it’s name.
Looking at the magical view of the Gap from the top of Purple, here, I feel my breath catch in my throat with excitement and emotion. Only some of us feel this way about mountains. You either love them or hate them. Sometimes I hate the way they make my body feel…. but I’ll always love them.
The first time I climbed a hill – Spink Mountain in Wicklow with Rosaleen from the Hope Foundation, I stood at the summit and told myself with complete certainty that I’d be back when I was 80…. I weighed 19 stone at the time, and getting to the summit had been excruciating. Then Rosaleen turned me around to look down across the lakes of Glendalough and said in a soft Dublin/Scottish burr “look how far you’ve come girl”. It meant so much more than that as I looked off across the lakes…. and there were tears.
There will always be tears, and there will always be fears, but thank God – there will always be mountains. x