Crisp, my aged companion, surveyed the map and pointed out the place we were looking for was down the hill.
“You sure we should go down there?’ I asked.
“Yes, it’s the only way and what we are looking for will be worth it,” she replied enthusiastically.
“But what about your arthritis?” I pleaded, knowing how the last time we attempted a similar descent, there was no end of problem getting her back up again.
“Piffle,” she said, “you’re such a wuss.”
Going down was no problem, nor was the two hundred metre walk to the old sawmill.
Coming back saw Crisp struggle. Her determination flagging as we reached the stairway.
Some hours later, much to her embarrassment, the rescue team after a lot of huffing and puffing, managed to get her to the top. Once there she shook them off, announcing she would walk home under her own steam.
Written for: https://crispinakemp.com/2019/09/25/crimsons-creative-challenge-46/
Morpethroad 
Your aged companion is one tough nut!
Very resilient Sadje. Thanks for stopping by.
You’re very welcome Michael
I smile at this for several reasons. One is how accurately you portray the ageing companion and her refusal to give in to increasing disability.
Another is knowing that, for me, the descent is often more troublesome than the ascent. Earlier the day I took this photo I’d also taken a tumble, down a hill a tad steeper than this (disused quarries can be bitches). And even a couple of weeks ago, while walking down a different woodland hill, my foot slipped on a stone and, whoops, onto my butt I fell. Yea, given me hills to go up and I’m happy
As we get older falling seems far to real. I notice I’m not as sure footed as I once was.
It’s only when something moves beneath my foot. A stick, a nut, a stone… or a muddy patch. But my balance is lost all too quickly. I’m getting quite used to it. Love the look of horror on my daughter’s face!
Good ol’ Crisp 😀
She’s a tough old stick 😀
I liked the toughness of Crisp.
Thanks, she’s a tough cookie.