Sweat dripping down my face, breathing heavy, heart beating
while trying to escape from my chest, another step is taken as eyes glance
forward and up. Only another twenty heavy, unrelenting, savage slate steps to
go before the shade can be reached. It’s one of the hottest days of the year,
so far, thus deciding to scale the side of a mountain via slate created steps,
which always seems like a great idea when presented as an adventure, isn't that
wise.
The sweat keeps on coming, as the shade appears and, sitting
down, I can feel the sick feeling rise in my stomach, chest and head. I've
pushed a bit too hard, willed my body to glance past limits or, another way of
thinking about it, is that I'm not as fit as I used to be and it’s showing. Gym
here I come. Being able to bench press x or y is no help in this place,
surrounded by near silence, with a view to die for. Maybe literally.
Breathing in through my nose, then out slowly through my
mouth, I find a stable place and a smile rises onto my lips. The only time I've
ever been ill was around the age of 16, forcing myself to scale that hill
located in Cwm, without stopping once. I did it but fell to my knees and the
rest is history. It’s good to push limits, it’s an exhalation of who you could
be, should be, if you’d will your mind to push past its own safety limits.
Onwards, ever upwards, into the cave ahead and beyond. The
cool air hits me, thankfully, but there’s no respite for my already weary legs.
It’s Lucozade time. Believe it or not, being a mildly placid person that I am,
Lucozade is usually ignored, as the stuff makes me angry. Blood flowing angry.
It’s what I need as that anger can be turned into something needed to drive my
legs.
The second wind appears as the sun literally beams down onto
my frame. I need to buy a hat and, seeing as this was the first outing for my
walking shoes, a hat could be a prudent decision and frankly quite wise. My
eyes start to sting as the salty sweat finds its way into everything.
The top. It’s here. It’s grandeur impresses, even if it’s
tried to kill me, I still move forward. There is an easy track, a very easy
track, but why would you want to walk on that? You might miss something amazing
which, as the drone is with me, sounds silly as I could just fly here! Real
life, real views, real impressions is what I prefer. After all, if you’re going
to go somewhere, really, really go there. Don’t waste any energy and make sure
you’re satisfied along the way.
I have no chocolate, only a bottle of water, a dwindling
bottle of crazy Lucozade and no hat. Better be quick as heat stroke is never a
good thing. The view, this is what it’s for, the darn amazing view. We only
have a select few days, in the U.K., that feature amazing weather so every
single one of those days must be experienced. Of course, in my younger days, I
didn’t see it quite like that but that was until the darn drone arrived.
Even though any financial setting, be it a castle, a few
fields in the middle of nowhere, if there’s money involved you will not be able
to bring your drone. It’s blatantly obvious now that I’ve been flying for a
while, which is a shame, but that’s the way it is. Despite that there’s the
hunt. You just want to get better, to grab beautiful shots and, on my varied
travels, I’ve seen so many amazing settings. I’ve been to quite a few places
around the world, with many more to come, but the United Kingdom, away from the
crazy violence, bombs, attacks and other upsets, is beautiful.
All we have to do is believe, to explore, to venture
forward, to see what’s out there. It will get you, one day, as the mind craves
stimulation even though it denies it all.
I like bikes, I like drones, not a fan of running, but these places have
opened my mind to many, many smiles. I’ve a drone life which, thankfully, gets
me out there into the real world.
The Drone Life.
P.s. My new walking shoes have now met the sludge that fills
random mountain bogs. Yuck.
