Something strange has happened
Something very strange has happened to Chris. For twenty five years her trekking trousers have been a legend in these parts. Baggy, a little bit faded and curiously tailored they appear to have been abandoned!
She presented herself at breakfast today in an immaculate pair of charcoal, twill breaches. She must have had a trouser press in her room as crisp creases ran down each leg making her look quite the trekking executive ready for a 10 hour jeep ride to the trailhead through river beds, landslides and Dhal Bhat emporiums.
So why have the familiar happy-hippy-bags been traded for the dapper accountancy look? Time will tell but there are already a few clues to start piecing together. Firstly Neil’s not here. Despite being newly retired he apparently needs more time with his Rovers and less with perpendicular paths. Maybe he is welding away at this very moment in his tailored overalls that are pressed to perfection? It doesn’t seem likely.
What’s for sure is that life on trek just won’t be the same without the billowing blue-ish, white-ish grey things that always brought up the rear. If I remember correctly they had some purple bits too which always fades to a most attractive hue. My guess is that the glorious new stay-press trekkers will be out at the front, forcing the pace and finding the route as part of Chris’ newly discovered mid life crisis.
But I do have a nagging fear. I am not suspicious but I know that if the ravens leave the Tower of London bad things will happen. Let’s hope that the missing baggy pants aren’t the trekking equivalent!