— 3 mois et 1 semaine.
C'est ainsi que se termine notre contrat saisonnier dans les Pays de la Loire !
Ne jamais travailler au même endroit chaque année, ça paraît fou. Tu vois du pays, tu fais de nouvelles rencontres. Mais c'est aussi se faire de nouveaux repères, de nouvelles habitudes pour quelques mois.
De plus, cette année à été marquante. Nous avons fais des rencontres géniales, des personnes avec lesquelles un lien s'est créé.
Certes, le travail n'était vraiment pas comme celui des autres années. On a fait la découverte du travail à la chaîne. On a ramassé des carottes dans les champs à même les genoux dans la terre sous la pluie et le froid glacial. Mais là-dessous, on a rit ensemble. On a lutté contre les douleurs et on s'est fabriqué des nouveaux souvenirs pour les jours à venir.
Nous repartirons d'ici une semaine de cet endroit, avec le sourire de ces semaines, mais aussi celui de se reposer enfin, profiter de la famille pour cette fin d'année et en recommencer une nouvelle, sans jamais savoir où exactement...
You wouldn’t think it from looking at my photos..but I promise there was SOME yoga involved during my time overseas 🐒
For the past few months social media had been put on the back burner for myself and it was really quite freeing. I feel in the past, I had put pressure on myself to keep up my presence as an ‘Instagram yogi’ or to remain on top of content for my Facebook page. And yes, although it’s good to keep people in your circle updated, I’ve really come to realise that in no way does it make or break who you are as a person or as a professional (unless your profession is an influencer, then that is another conversation). I’ve also come to realise that people probably care far less about what we post than we care ourselves...and with that being said, since I have close to zero photos of anything yoga related why not celebrate my time overseas with some wholesome food memories 💁🏻♀️ thank you India and Sri Lanka, until next time 🧡
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So, that was the pre story. After the football I drove a little and found a spot in chorley and just fell asleep in the car, must of been the sun in sunny Manchester. Tired me out.
I'd packed the car full of duvets and pillows like Scotland part 2. Just incase of situations like this, but no bike in the way this time.
Woke at 11.30am next day and I was like wow, these new tablets are knocking my ass about.
Rain was awful today to attempt anything in the lake district, but then coz I'd been charging fuck all (I forgot to plug something in) 🙈 and left my car battery on so I'd run out of battery.
Couldn't push start it as on enough of a hill to not be able to push it, but not enough to roll start. So phoned rac.
Because of a crash on the m61, they get priority, so guy didn't get to me till 3.30pm.
He knocked on, I'd fell asleep again although from boredom this time.
Guy sorted in it 5 minutes and I was at Ullswater in the lake district by 5pm.
That was my view all night from the car, the rain had gone.
Not moaning, but was hoping the sun would set that way when it went down, but not that lucky.
Part 2...By the time we'd got them on, my arms and feet were completely numb from the cold. I couldn't move them, and I needed them.
So I had to give up. I got to pic 2.
Looking back I should of gone down to where it wasn't exposed, warm up and get back on. But Mark carried on. He said 'I'm going to at least try it', so I couldn't of caught him up.
I got to the lake at the bottom, I'd warmed up and thought, I'll go up the other arête on the other side and we'll just meet.
You can probably see him doing striding edge on top of pic 3.
But I couldn't get up the other side either. I got as far as pic 4.
I saw one of the fell top accessors. They measure the whole weather for the lake district from here and put reports on twitter every day. They physically walk it daily.
He looked at me and I swear his tweet later was directed at me, 'I see people doing it without gear, and yeah it's possible, but why risk it'
With no way up without gear, I climbed catstyecam, the pyramid looking mountain next to helvellyn (England's 13th highest) to try and save face.
The view was beautiful up there and at least I climbed one mountain that day.
Pic 5, 6 and 7 are all from on top of there.
Pic 6 is helvellyn and both arêtes from the summit of catstyecam.
As I reached the bottom of there, I just happened to meet Mark. He'd done it, but ripped all his trousers so hadn't had an easy time.
But he'd done it, fair play to him.
I had all the lads take the piss, but looking back I just fucked it up.
But i learnt so much from this experience.
I've climbed 17 mountains since and there's been situations where I look back at this as such a learning curve.
I'd bought a shitty £2 magnet to say I'd climbed it (as shop would be shut by the time I got back down) and its not been allowed on my fridge. I failed, so it's just sat in my living room, but this taught me, never buy a magnet before u do something. It'll jinx you and I never have since.
That night was the most beautiful sunset I'd ever seen, and that pic doesn't even do it justice.
Now, it hadn't been, but helvellyn got added to my bucket list after this, so I knew I'd be back again.
Straight from the football I made my way north.
But I need to put a #throwback in here to get to the next story.
February 2018. Helvellyn, Lake District.
Me and my old school mate Mark went to attempt it.
For those that don't know its an arête that leads onto England's 3rd highest mountain.
An arête is a path that's like /\ and on both sides to helvellyn there is one on and one off the summit.
It's a narrow ridge of rock which separates two valleys, almost like walking the top of a pyramid, but continuous, with heights and potential to fall either side, that's your path.
There would be scrambling too. Nothing hardcore, but the with snow it has the potential to make it dangerous, slipping is a big problem.
You've also got people could of trodden down the path and its snowed on top. Now that stuff is dangerous. You think it's new snow and then you slip.
If you have the gear. You're more likely to be fine.
The day before, my mate went out and spent over £200 on an ice axe and grivels (over-shoes with lions-esque teeth that dig you into snow and ice) and an ice axe to stop him if he fell off. This was only my 2nd mountain as an adult, still couldn't justify £200 for something I didn't know if I liked yet.
I'd got the kids so didn't have time to go shopping, but I'd already got micro spikes (over shoes with ferret size teeth that dig you into the snow and ice)
I had poles but no ice axe.
I couldn't justify £200 (for a one off?) when I can go on holiday for that. Is my life worth more than £200? I just couldn't justify it. And I wasn't to know how the conditions would be.
Anyway, Mark picked me up at 6am and the car en route at the lake district was skidding everywhere. Winter was in force.
We walked up to the base of striding edge. He had a practise on the way up with his ice axe.
We got onto striding edge, the first arête. And we put our crampons on in the exposed icy cold wind of the summit of the arête, which was stupid.
This takes us to last photo in the story and continued in part 2