When the Path Peters Out

Autumnal brambles: 15 Oct 2019

“We’re lost,” Gretchen said with a hopeless groan.

“Stupid, of course, we’re not lost. We haven’t turned off the path. Give us the map.” Hans snatched it from her. “See. There. The path continues.”

“Into nettles and brambles, we can’t see beyond them.”

“Then we’ll have to be intrepid explorers. Come on.”

52 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Intrepid

This is a familiar scenario on my rambles. Just ask my daughter, my rambling companion. Oh dear, Intrepid Explorers again.

About crispina kemp

Spinner of Asaric and Mythic tales
This entry was posted in Mostly Micro and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink.

26 Responses to When the Path Peters Out

  1. Dale says:

    How else to discover new places?
    Unlike his spirit.

    Liked by 1 person

    • This is a common vignette when I’m out walking with my daughter. We use Ordnance Survey maps, which mark the footpaths. But while OS updates for road changes (bypasses etc) it ignores what’s happening with the paths. And they do change.

      Liked by 1 person

      • Dale says:

        So you spend your time discovering new places! Sounds like a winning proposition.

        Liked by 1 person

      • Not sure *new* places. More like opening up old places. It a path isn’t used, the vegetation closes over. And the path is gone. Till a nutter like me comes along and trample through it. I have been known to wade through stinging nettles up to my shoulders, arms held high in the air. And then there’ll be a barbed wire fence to negoiate. Intrepid indeed. Usually accompanied by loads of giggles, my daughter Shen and me!!!


  2. I walk as you do but all who wander are not lost. As long as you know where you’re not, it’s okay not knowing where you are. You’ll get there. Eventually.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. I shall decline to accompany you on your rambles. 😉

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Jen Goldie says:

    It’s nice to hear about your waling again. Seems INTREPID is your mandate! Cool!

    Liked by 1 person

  5. That’s the best way to come across the magic!

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Into the briar patch – I see these characters as anthropomorphic rabbits, for whatever reason.

    Liked by 1 person

  7. Ramyani Bhattacharya says:

    Yep. Right spirit for explorers! 😊


    • This is me and my daughter. So many times the path we’ve been following has led us into brambles and nettles and quagmires 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

      • Ramyani Bhattacharya says:

        But, I bet you still do it? I mean that’s all about adventure isn’t it?

        Liked by 1 person

      • Not often we turn back.
        Most memorable wass in Somerset. We followed a path up a hill. On the map it was clearly marked. On the ground it disappeared into a swamp.
        We were stunned. What’s a swamp doing on top of a hill? Why doesn’t it drain down? It would in Norfolk.
        So we skirted the bog, came out in woodland, no idea where we were. The first time I’d ever lost us on a map. We headed for the tree-filtered sun. And hoped.

        Liked by 1 person

      • Ramyani Bhattacharya says:

        Woah, that’s interesting. I never heard of a swamp on the hill, seriously! I always thought they could be found in some dark and deep rainforest kind. But well, I wanna know more. What happened then?

        Liked by 1 person

      • Well, apart from the woods delivered onto a road where I could orientate and get us back to Glastonbury where we were staying… I remained puzzled by the phenomenon
        Until I was reading a book on the geology of that area… needed for a story I was writing.
        Apparently, a whole sweep of hills in that area are topped by clay and flint rubble as a result of an iceage. And the impervious clay meant the water couldn’t drain. So, puzzle answered.
        But I always remember that swamp on top of a hill.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.