I wake up with early sunlight streaming through the window of my hotel room. The view over the Menai Straights is almost too beautiful to be real.
In my hurry to take a photograph, I leap out of bed, and stumble to the floor.
Owwww! I’d forgotten about my leg.
Funny how I was completely pain-free all night, and now I can barely hobble across the room.
Doctors are notoriously bad at self-diagnosis. My first thought is that I must have a deep vein thrombosis. But that would hurt all the time and my leg would be red and swollen, which it isn’t. It’s probably a stress fracture then from walking too much, or maybe it’s myeloma or an osteosarcoma or a malignant secondary cancer from somewhere or… (deep breath and calm down) … or maybe just a pulled muscle.
Sadly, I realise walking today is out of the question. I have two choices.
- Cancel the room I’ve booked for the next two nights, lose money, and drive home.
- Do something today that doesn’t involve walking and hope my leg mends by tomorrow.
I decide on option (2) and do something I always meant to get around to doing one day if I ever had the chance. And now’s my chance. I decide to go for a ride on the Welsh Highland Railway.
It’s a glorious train journey, running from Caernarfon to Porthmadoc and passing through the incredible scenery of Snowdonia. The track takes you right under the shoulders of Snowdon (which today was covered in cloud) and through the most wonderful countryside. As the track curves around the slopes it’s possible to take a photo of the engine from my carriage window.
It’s a five-hour round trip, with a 90 minute stopover in Porthmadoc, just long enough to limp to the pharmacy and buy some pain killers.
Limping was difficult yesterday, but I’m beginning to get the hang of it today. And I discover if I limp properly, I can now go down slopes without (much) pain. But going uphill… well that’s still very difficult.
Please leg, be better tomorrow.