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Following the weekend when Freya managed four miles a day walking without any obvious stress, distress or pain, I decided to take her (and Emma of course) right to the top of Mount Trosa and down the other side, through the woods. It was almost the route we used to take; before she got unwell. And, I have to say, she did brilliantly.
Mind you, not as brilliant as Emma who, with an extraordinary sense of direction and determination, navigated us between trees and down a narrow old bike track to the path just up from our house.
Not that I was lost or anything but, it’s nice to know that she could have led us to safety if the need had arisen.
I haven’t been to the summit for ages and was quite surprised to see a big digger up there today.
I don’t know why it was there, but there is one less shed now. Even a big concrete slab, which served as a floor for the shed, has been lifted and dumped. It could only have been moved using the digger.
I think the new mast installation has, somehow, supplanted the sheds and they (I don’t know who ‘they’ are) have only just got around to removing the unnecessary bits and pieces of the previous infrastructure.
The first time I spotted the new mast was back in early April last year when it was still unfinished. Maybe it has only just been finished recently. I think the snow last winter may have slowed things down a bit.
Whatever is going on, I dare say I’ll be more of a witness to it now that Freya appears to have returned to normal.
Actually, we were not alone on the mountain. Four women and two men were jogging up and down it and a family of mum, dad, child and dog walked up it before vanishing into the woods on the other side. It’s easily the most people I’ve seen up there ever.
Back at home, I settled in for some snooker. Mirinda was at a Gathering and so the TV was mine for the night. And what a thrilling treat of a match I watched.
It was a China Open final session between world number three Zhao Xintong, who was expected to win easily, and world number 19, Zhang Anda, who was not.
Things were pretty tense at five frames apiece with both needing the black. Then Zhang potted it and it was a tie. The black ball was respotted, and it was all down to who could pot it first for the win.
After a few shots, Zhang managed a tricky pot to go through to the next round. I have to say, Zhao looked very calm and resigned about losing, heading off smiling.
What an excellent bit of snooker.
