WELCOME
IT WAS A PERFECTLY GOOD DAY in the hills. Miles went by, summits were climbed, endorphins flowed. As the hours ticked past, the worries of work and everyday life gradually receded until they shrank, for the first time in what seems like ages, to a manageable size. Nothing overtly spectacular happened – it was a drab, cloudy day in November, after all – but it gave you that sense of deep-seated wellbeing that, for some reason, always follows a day of physical effort on big lumps of rock. Back home, recuperating on the sofa with a hot brown beverage of your choice to hand, you find yourself idly scrolling through social media. Troublingly, you realise that other people appear to have ‘outdone’ you: had better weather, experienced more spectacular conditions, done…
