Goredale Scar

By Parson Thru

Sun, 02 Aug 2020
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Was it Halifax?

Or Burnley, maybe?

Gargrave?

Or Bingley?

 

Somewhere with a canal.

 

Where I put my back out?

 

Goredale.

 

The step-across the boulder in full view.

 

First attempt.

 

Faith in thin air and what comes next.

 

Reposition.

 

Second.

 

Faith in upper body strength.

 

Decision.

 

At least that part still works.

 

The sensation that it could have been much worse.

 

Worse than sagging shorts, arse hanging out, stretching, mawing, pressed against the wall.

 

A blindman’s backtrack:

probing, reaching, standing, finally, legs-a-wobble in the beck.

 

Shame about my back.

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Poem
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Comments

Submitted by Penny4athought on

I love your brilliantly dry humor. You've made a connection to everyone with this ‘slip and fall’ moment as we've all had one. I especially enjoyed the idea that it could have been worse even though…well...your last lines are most expressive as to what is hanging out. This made me laugh out loud and I truly enjoyed it. Thanks for sharing.smileyyes

Penny4athought

Submitted by Parson Thru on

:)) Thanks, Penny4athought!

Could have been much worse. Could have lost them altogether. Might have christened a new route. Parson Thru's Arse Crack.

Not a great aspect for the picnickers.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Ed Crane on

The last time I did mine, it was from sitting up in bed typing for an hour on my laptop. Wasn't such a bad thing because the Doc sent me for an X-ray and they discovered a problem between my two of my lower vertibrae, so now I know how to avoid it and to deal with it when it happens again (and has on occasions)

Cheers

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Hi Ed. Hope you stay clear of further trouble. It does make you think of things like position and posture. Trying to climb rocks when generally unfit is probably a no-no.

Parson Thru