The 80s were mostly hard work & frustration, interspersed with some moments of pleasure – one summer I packed my stuff on my motorbike and set off for a camping holiday in the lake District.
I remember telling myself I was happy – this was all long before I knew anyone who took harder drugs and died. I put my headphones on & tuned into radio 1, it was good back then, they would have the radio 1 roadshow in summer, thousands of screaming kids at the seaside, or good music from that era.
Everyone else was at work, or stuck in the cities, or down at the beach . . .
You can just overlook the video – I didn’t go paragliding! I used to want to do that BTW, but I’m content to keep my feet on the ground these days. I just used this song as mood music, I hope it don’t detract from the story! 🙂
I have been to the lake district loads of times since then – I don’t need to have a spliff with me these days, its great even without it, when you’re already walking in the clouds, what more do you need? I think maybe it just gives you that extra ‘kick’ – you know, like you might fall off?? 😀
Here’s one from 2014, the hill range is called “High Street” an old route that dates from Roman times (and probably earlier) – No ganja was involved, and it was still good! I wouldn’t have said no tho, yikes! What am I like? Its not 1980+ anymore! I don’t know if it would be a good idea, I might go nuts! I do like a bit of personal space, I used to glare at people back then! LOL These days I’m more normal (partly)
[Edit] I think that back then in the 80s, when I smoked the weed I was probably thinking about fairies and wizards and stuff, since I was reading a lot of fantasy novels, if I were to take up smoking that stuff now, God knows what I’d think about – well, who knows? Could be back to fairy land I suppose! 🙂