2015 was the year I came down to earth with a bump, literally when I fell in the garden in Italy and injured my wrist. I was out of action for several weeks, the accident left me feeling frail and vulnerable. Back in the UK I went to my doctor who whilst he couldn't rule out that I might have broken a small bone said that everything was back to normal and working properly. Such a relief and hopefully this confirms that my bones are not as brittle as they might be at my age.
We seemed to takes ages to recover from the stormy ferry ride back to Hull, it left us feeling exhausted for days. Even now I can lay in bed and remember how it felt as the ship rolled and creaked through the night, it may be some time before I consider this route again.
Being ill over Christmas was another reality check. I am so very bad at being unwell and whilst I think that my years of long distance running on the hills and roads might give me some resilience, at the first hint of nausea I am ready to give up on life, hence not eating for nearly two days. Lets not dwell on this, I am now fine, my appetite still slightly curbed but that I like.
Having talked myself into feeling old I should remember that we have neighbours in Italy who are in their mid 80s, currently spending winter on the mountainside with no one else around, growing so much produce they are practically self sufficient and both bright as buttons.
2015 was the year I surprised myself by falling in love with Denmark and all things Danish. Such an uplifting destination, I knew as soon as we arrived at the airport that it was my kind of place and the delights just went on and on.
|Ilkley football club Boxing Day|
|The old bridge, Ilkley on Boxing Day|
Happy New Year everyone.