Apparently, and poignantly, as carvings on the nearby logs proclaim, it was a favourite spot of someone who died last September, and I have to imagine that a bereaved someone else comes to Spanish Banks to look West, away from the city, and remember. . . .
As for me, I am on the mend. My physio found no evidence that I've done any lasting damage; she mixed ancient and modern healing techniques, applying first ultrasound and then accupuncture. I'm being very good about ice and more ice. And I noticed today that there's less pain, perhaps slightly more mobility, although I'm definitely going to skip my regular weekly Pilates class today.
Thanks for all your sympathy and concern. It made me feel so cared for, somehow. I'm not sure what to think of that, really, when it's all out there in cyber-space, but much as the skeptics scoff, it does feel like a degree of friendship. I suspect it's worth exploring -- indeed, I'm sure sociologists and psychologists are measuring the values of virtual communities as I write. For the moment, I'm accepting the reality of my endorphins -- your concern and sympathy made me feel better, and I thank you!
And I will get 'round to replying to comments, but it may take a few more days. . .