… except that it was lovely for me and my daughter, yesterday in the woods near our house. Here’s what happened (as I narrated it on FB):
Daughter and I took a long, two-hour walk in the Fells this evening — we got quite lost after a while, and were quite thrilled with our adventure. When we first entered the woods, we ran into an old student of mine from my first year of teaching. (Nice to have seen you today, Andrew!) Then, we went on, saw places in the woods we’d never seen before, huffed up hills and slid breathlessly down slopes, skidding on rocks, and stepping on heavenly piles of pine needles, lichen and moss, along the way. The hum of traffic receded and almost disappeared. A very mild anxiety set in when we could NOT find the main path, despite following many likely trails. I was sanguine, however. I knew I’d find my way out. Then, after a couple of inquiries I made to a passing jogger who had an i-Phone, and could check his map, we headed down a likely path. Just as the sound of traffic swelled, and the road came into view, a rabbit bounded out of the trees and sat in the brush, its dark, inscrutable eye gazing at us in profile. That was a pretty culmination to our sojourn in, and return from, the woods. Then, we reached the road with a sigh of relief, came home, had pizza and fruit and watched Red Dwarf, Episode I, Series I, and Red Dwarf, Series 3, Episode 5. Nice day!
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