Ageing joints

I love mountains: I love their majesty, their beauty, their massiveness, their remoteness, their everlastingness. And I love what they do to me; they make me feel small in comparison, yet they make me feel big and strong and capable when I reach their summits, they put me at peace with the world and with myself, and at the end of a hard day’s walking they leave me with a quite magical mix of physical exhaustion and spiritual fulfilment.

But now my ageing knees are telling me that those big mountain days are soon to be no more. I do the right exercises and …