My dad always taught me that if you want to reach the top of the mountain, you have to take it one step at a time.

He taught me that there’s no point asking “Are we nearly there yet?” every two minutes. All you have to do is put one foot in front of the other, in time to the rhythm of your breathing and the nature around you.

He taught me that when you reach the top, giving your trekking companions a hug is a must, not least because they have shared part of the journey with you.


This mountain is high, Dad. It is for everyone.

I’m patiently putting one foot in front of the other. And looking forward to getting to the top, when we’ll all be able to hug each other. 

Happy Father’s Day, Dad ♥