Why we need the outdoor spirit
THE LAST MOUNTAIN I climbed was called El Cielo - which Google tells me translates as ‘Heaven’. It was a mile-high Spanish peak, which rises with startling abruptness from the shores of the Mediterranean. My girlfriend and I set off in the morning from near the coast, climbing through shady pine forests and then herby montane scrub; and by lunchtime we were sprawled on its rocky 1508 metre (4947 feet) summit, basking in the Andalusian sun, with a dazzling ocean below and a mountain chain created by the collision of Africa and Europe around us. As I write this, El Cielo is ‘closed’; Spain’s lockdown, like ours and those of other countries in Europe, places many natural and outdoor spaces off-limits. We climbed the mountain in late February, just weeks ago,…