Matterhorn

The day I nearly climbed the Matterhorn. Sitting here at home minding my own business quietly waiting to go out for dinner the phone rang to the ominous voice of Richard. didn't sound good, he had a plan, it was to close to the weekend to be anything else. Then it came, 'do you want to climb the Matterhorn this weekend?' The fear shot through me like a rocket.

Living this close to the mountains you put yourself at this kind of risk. The matterhorn becomes a weekend climb. My instant reaction was no not on your life, I need to prepare, theres no food in the house etc. But then it is also a mountain that I really want to climb, and I should take the opportunity. Anyhow I tried to cover my bases mumbling something about acclimatisation, snow, gear etc and left Richard to find out more information and to give the poet a call.

He rang back a few minutes later, the moment of truth... No, it's not possible. Ah well, it will still be there next year. Now it's time for dinner.