POETRY
‘Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?’ William Wordsworth
Exciting goals hold our imagination… and fade a little when we go beyond them. Climbing is a bit like that for me. Reaching a summit has an air of transcendence about it, as well as a feeling of happiness and achievement.
I remember my first climb. It was Little Chamonix, in Borrowdale. At the time, thirty years ago, Mont Blanc wasn’t even a dream. Years later, from the top of the Alps, my eyes were drawn to the majesty of the Himalaya. They are enchanting because they are beyond me. For now.
