Quite recently.......I'm a tadge over 68. I got dropped off at Glastonbury Tor for the Solstice. There was a rickety old wooden gate before a large hill up to the Tor. My daughter dropped me off and went to park her car. I thought I would make a head start, but facing me was a double rickety wooden gate with a thick heavy chain and padlock draped over it. There was a biker and his bike right by it so I asked "Do I have to climb it?" He answered with a wave of his hand "It's only a bit of a climb". So I hitched my frock into my knickers and went one....wobbly, two wobbly, three....and threw
my leg over....gripping the wobbly structure and hoping the drop on the other side wouldn't rip my frock, when the biker walked through the gate at the side of me and went off chuckling up the hill. I can't tell you what words dripped off my breath in that instant. He thought I meant did I have to climb the hill when I really meant....did I have to climb the gate! He thought I was an old bird who was contemplating the big hill.
before THR 8 weeks I would have said then.