There was a lot of trekking: I walked my little legs off, and I can clearly remember one moment, along the Inca Trail in Peru, when I properly took in the beauty around me and felt truly happy for the first time in ages.
|Hey thinny! Highest point on the Inca trail|
|bleak beauty of the Mournes|
Things began slotting back into place in my life, and I went walking most weekends; usually in the Mournes and usually on my own.
Then I met a wonderful man who also liked to walk - and one glorious day, after a steady climb up Rocky Mountain, I was getting our picnic ready - goats cheese quiche; never forget food - and turned round to find him on bended knee, holding a beautiful ring.
A perfect, magical moment; it really felt like we were on the top of the world, in this amazing, wild, empty space - the only people for miles...when out of nowhere we heard a voice,
'Did she say yes?'
Three young lads appeared on the other side of the peak. Couldn't believe it. We hadn't seen a soul all day. What were the chances?
'Yes, she said YES!'
Makes me smile thinking about it - and there've been a few jokes over the years about his choice of mountain for the proposal..
I walked on air that day.
Linking up with The Gallery - the theme this week is Walks