Nothing defines bravery quite like my valiant attempt to save Witchfinder Major Milkbottle’s life at the Battle of Baker Street. (God rest his soul.) I was promoted on the field that day, and upon our first meeting, I will reluctantly but proudly regale you with the whole sorry tale of how I lost my arm and my best acquaintance that day.
Challenging myself physically, mentally, and emotionally. That’s what life’s about, isn’t it? But I’ve run out of challenges these days. Perhaps you can be my next one…
That special someone who: enjoys long hikes in the mountains (but is unable to identify more plants than I can); loves to listen to stories of adventure and courage (and loves them even more when I embellish the boring parts); and feels there has always been something missing in their life (because it might just be me). Oh, and who wants a dog with a sensible name.
The nature intolerant, the literature intolerant, and the lactose intolerant.