the pain principle of pleasure

why sometimes hurting is good

Walked the Yorkshire peaks in a hailstorm last weekend. Hiked a marathon in freezing rain, most of it vertical. On Georgie’s orders, we abandoned the car on a bridge, then set out over the moors, edged around fallow fields, passed a derelict Georgian manor inhabited by scowling sheep farmer and collie dog so canny it had an opinion on the war in Ukraine…