Starting with a gentle stroll up the 'the Wrekin' which reward me with cellulitis for bagging its modest summit. Then on to the classic Brecon Beacons Horseshoe which marked the beginning of blood pressure problems and finally the Yorkshire Three Peaks which triggered by TIA. They will, all in turn, be brought to heel under my walking boots.
And talking of slaying things, despite spending an inordinate number of hours playing Fallout 4 which I've yet to finish (Can't figure out which faction to back), I've added another 6,000 words to the Zombie story I'm working on taking it to around 9,000 words in total, so far.