It said it would be the hottest day of the year, so we headed to the nearest slate mine where it was 6oC all year. I nearly had a panic that I had left all warm clothing back at the camp site, but I found a thick pullover. It was a very good decision.
We also found an old Roman camp which for some reason has no signs at all leading to it and a nice picnic spot by Llyn Trawsfynnedd.
I’m being a good boy and taking my medicine for thrush, so far I think it is working, but we’ll see. I’m still eating well.
The evening was spare, and a bit cooler, so we decided to accept an invite from the friendly local vicar to a group meeting in a village several miles south. It was lead by a retired GP, who was interested in my impending operation ( I had to describe what it was – I can neither say nor spell oesophogectomy). Anyway they all prayed for me, I appreciated that after all as a GP he knows exactly what he’s talking about – or praying about.
I am steadily feeling more nervous as the date gets nearer. I’ll say more later. I know this fear is useless and irrational, but I’m human (despite what my wife says) and therefore flawed.