I suppose there was the time when I went up the Great Pyramid just outside Cairo. (I had gone to Egypt with a girl pal of mine to celebrate my 24th birthday). I ascended holding the hand of the guide (a little old man) who had placed a lit candle stub on my palm, sticking it there by means of applying hot wax to my hand.
|The Great Pyramid at Giza, Egypt|
On the same occasion, I wanted a camel ride but there were no camels in sight. There were, however, fine Arabian horses which my friend and I agreed to hire. Two twenty something girls alone in Egypt with limited horse-riding experience. What could possibly go wrong?
|The camels had all apparently legged it on hearing of our approach.|
Leaving aside the time I got locked in toilet of a Great Western Train en route to the great metropolis of Swansea, my life has been relatively adventure free so far - I mean in the sense of great sweeping adventures that change your perspective for ever. Times when you meet unforgettable characters, eat unidentifiable food and behave in ways alien to your usual demeanour. Although arguably that could describe a night out in Dinas.
Then there was the time I met the late great writer Laurie Lee in his local pub in Slad. Being entranced by the beautiful "Cider with Rosie", we were slightly star struck to find him having a quiet pint. Lee himself was funny and down to earth, having to dash off only to return a few minutes later because he'd left a chicken, his Sunday lunch in the oven and bringing us copies of his book of poems "My Many Coated Man".
|Laurie Lee - source: dailymail.co.uk|
I'm a big fan of literary adventures. That's why I love Agatha Christie's Miss Marple, the old lady sleuth who solves crimes generally by sitting in her arm chair and applying her knowledge of the psychology of the inhabitants of St. Mary Mead to dastardly criminals.
|Julia McKenzie as Agatha Christie's Miss Marple|
I really hope though that I 'woman up' enough to have some adventures with my kids and that they are braver than I am and explore the world and its wonders. As long as they remember to phone their mother, of course.
In the meantime, just plump my armchair cushions up for me and put the kettle on, would you?