I went for a walk yesterday – I try to do some form of exercise every day now, which I think is the reason why I’m feeling really, really good – and had quite the adventure. I was only going to go for a little walk, because I have a cold, which is sucking all the energy out of me. So I walked to the beach, which is about a mile away, and it looked so pretty down there, the sand all white, and the sea a sparkling turquoise, that I thought, “I’ll walk across the beach too.” So I did that – and isn’t walking on sand hard work? – and at the other end of the beach is the footpath that takes you around Bosherston Lily Ponds. If you walk around the lily ponds, it brings you out at the other end of the village, and you can walk back through the village to my house. Its about 2.5 miles in total, the whole circuit.
The sun was shining, and if I turned back and went back across the beach and back the way I’d already come, I’d have to tackle the 25 million steps up from the beach, so I thought, what the heck, I’d walk round the lily ponds and back home that way. About halfway round the ponds, there’s a signpost, and two paths. One finger says, “Bosherston Village”, the other says, “Alternative Route”. I always take the first one, so I thought I’d take the alternative route for a change. I was pretty tired by that point, and I was kinda hoping the alternative route would be a shorter one.
The path wandered up between trees, and there were violets and primroses growing either side of it, and it was just gorgeous. It seemed to go on for quite a long way, but I thought maybe it just seemed that way because I was tired. Then the path stopped abruptly, at a gate leading into a large field. Hmm. I was a bit concerned, but I spotted some roofs in the distance, so I headed across the fields towards those. I figured if there were houses, there would be a road, and I could walk back along that. I couldn’t quite tell where I was going to come out, but I thought it would be the very far end of the village.
I walked, and I walked, and I walked. I got to the houses, and there was no road. Just these houses, stuck in the middle of nowhere. I looked around me, to try to get my bearings, and spotted the spire of Bosherston Church. Way, way over there, in the opposite direction to which I’d been heading. Argh! I knocked on the door of one of the houses, and thankfully someone was in. I told her my predicament (feeling very stupid – “I live in the village, and I’ve managed to get myself lost!”) and she broke it very gently to me. I’d walked, across country, all the way to the next village. There was no way to get back to Bosherston from there. Except retracing my steps and going right back to the lily ponds.
I tell ya, by the time I got home I thought I was dying. I’d walked a good 5 miles. I didn’t know which hurt more, my feet, or my abs (which got a seriously good workout in Pilates on Monday). I was in bed by 9 and asleep by 10. That’s the last time I’ll take an ‘alternative route’. I’m one of those people who get lost really easily (“spin you round on sixpence”, my mum says, “and you’d be lost”). On Saturday I managed to get us hopelessly lost in Cheshire, where we’d gone to look at Burmese kittens. Four times we went round the Chester ring road, trying to get home. We did 90 miles before we managed to get away from the town where the breeder lived. But that’s a whole other story….