Dream on Ben Nevis

I was making a jogging ascent of Ben Nevis (unlikely, even in my prime).
The problem was that I was wearing a pair of brown leather town shoes.
I remember these shoes as I wore them in the sixties.
They were not designed for the Ben.
As I ascended, rather slowly, I had to download a black and white dream into my brain.
This kept me busy and I tended to forget my feet.
Makes perfect sense.

Seated in the Basin

I must have dropped off to sleep. When I awoke I wondered where I was, not in my bed obviously.
I looked around, all rocks and a breathtaking drop at my feet.
I was wearing my old tweed jacket, some dark trousers and my flat cap.
Rather uncomfortable though, I was sat on some rough and damp rocks.
Then I realised exactly where I was, ie perched in the 'Basin' of the Orion face on Ben Nevis.
Somewhere I had, unfortunately, never visited in my waking life.
Some roped climbers arrived, doing the Long Climb, and told each other there was some old guy sat on his own and wondered how the f*** had he got there.
Characteristically, I was no wiser myself.
I woke up before finding out how the problem was solved.
Perhaps I disappeared in front of their eyes.

Safeways to Morrisons.

The final painting in the 'arid land' trilogy. I emerged from the Land Of Death into Safeways with my fellow travellers. Of course, this would now be Morrisons, such is progress into the Future.

The keen eyed will of course recognise the cliffs of Ben Nevis as being the last bastion of the Land of Death. Too true probably.

So, according to my dream world I am now back in the land of the living and commerce. Hooray.

All I have to do now is Live. Should be easy enough you would think. Here goes.

Ben Nevis Estate

No dream last night so another from the archives. It was when I had a love affair with Ben Nevis, actually I probably still do. The housing estate that I lived in at the time handily transported itself to the slopes of the Ben. I could then walk out of my front door and begin climbing. Maybe that's an ideal that I aspire to, bringing the things I like together into one place (woman?). Alas the opposite seems to be what actually happens. Also, I now struggle to get out of bed, never mind doing a winter ascent of Tower Ridge.