This time last year, I encouraged Pascoe in his attempt to ascend Ben Nevis by unicycle. It reminded me of the TV Ripping Yarn, “Crossing the Andes by Frog”.
And then on the day when it actually happened, I sat and worried. I had encouraged him. And now his life was in danger.
But it was okay – he and Caroline and Ian survived. Triumphed.
When he said that this year it was Scafell, I worried more. England’s highest mountain is not as tall as Scotland’s, but it is more extreme. There are screes, gorges, sheer drops.
I shall spend tomorrow distracting myself.
Probably by packing up a parcel of Pascoe’s possessions to send back to him. Ten days ago he set off for camping with us at Greenbelt, then a conference, at which he was giving a talk about his research. Then off to camp again in the Lake District.
Funnily enough, by the end of it, his various sets of clothing and equipment had got the better of him and now need posting.
The one thing he was adamant should always go with him was his unicycle – wrapped in a massive bag made out of a long skirt he got from a charity shop – apparently, buses don’t let one travel with a naked unicycle.
May God bless your unicycle, Pascoe, and all who sail in her. him. it. whatever.
I pray it goes well tomorrow.