It was time to test myself again and as usual I had something quite challenging in mind. This time I was full of doubts that I could actually still do this walk and I was not really sure it was the right thing to do.
I decided to try and get myself to the top of the Herefordshire Beacon or what is also known as the British Camp.
I drove to the car park across the road from the Malvern Hills Hotel, parked up and placed my Blue Badge in the window, I looked up the very steep hill side and thought better turn my oxygen to full throttle (8 litres) pulsed. I looked around for anyone else wearing an oxygen back pack but strangely enough their wasn't any , everyone looked fit and healthy like they do this kind of stuff for their morning warm up so why am I there I'm thinking to myself. We'll its because I used to be one of them and I'm not gonna let this lung condition stop me doing the things I used to enjoy, all I have to do is pace myself correctly and almost anything is still possible.
I have memories of walking out of the hotel bar late on warm summer nights with my friends and someone would shout race to the top and we would all run up to the top of the British Camp in 15-20 minutes but that was almost 40 years ago now and even a lung transplant wouldn't bring those days back Ha Ha.
Anyway off I set making sure not to go to fast and keeping to a busy route where I would be quickly found if something nasty were to happen, I checked with 'Dozy Dormouse' my walking miracle wing lady that she was ok with this, (yes talking to myself ) and thought of all the things you Healthunlockeders have told me to do like mobile phone reception, carry warfarin card, steroid card, ID etc and the check list was complete.
I took the steepest but shortest route to the top taking very short steps and plenty of stops, I found that by turning around and walking backwards also helped share the strain on other leg muscles which enabled me to keep going a little longer between breather breaks.
I wont lie it was very hard going but within exceptable pain and comfort limits and before I knew it I was out of the tree level and onto the hills where the views help to take away the negative thoughts. I knew I was on my way now and nothing would stop me getting to the top.
I could hear skylarks singing, swifts, swallows and house martins were skimming the grass gulping down insects all around me, it was just great up there and worth every breathtaking step of the way.
The air was clear so the views were far reaching and I could see over to the Welsh Black Mountains and the Cotswolds in the other direction.
As usual I was snapping away with my phone camera so you could all share the Malvern Hills experience on my way.
Around 2 hours went by before I walked onto the dished area at the top where there were 5 or 6 people enjoying the breeze and views in all directions. I had made it, my confidence was boosted with the fact that 'things are not so bad afterall', my lungs must be still working at about 25-30% and little or no deterioration had taken place through the winter months. Whew!!!
I hope this is the same for all you healthunlockeders out there so we can all enjoy the summer ahead of us.
Here's a few pics and videos of my Malvern Hills experience to share and a short video of the inside of my Dads polly tunnel starring my Dad of course. .
plus.google.com/10152331535... pics on my way to the top
plus.google.com/10152331535... video from the top
plus.google.com/10152331535... Inside Dads polly tunnel.
Take care all Healthunlockeders and if you can't get to the top of your local hill hope you enjoy a virtual walk with me up to the top of the British camp on the Malvern Hills.
Tony