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.
crispina kemp 
How else to discover new places?
Unlike his spirit.
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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.
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So you spend your time discovering new places! Sounds like a winning proposition.
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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!!!
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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.
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Yea. I’m pretty good at map reading and orienting. But it’s true, many a farmer allows path that corss their land to become overgrown. I’m sure it’s done to discourage we walkers
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Good one.
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Thank you, Sadje
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My pleasure
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🙂
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👍
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I shall decline to accompany you on your rambles. 😉
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It is often an adventure. Especially when I suggest a short cut that turns out to be anything but short! But it’s fun
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It’s nice to hear about your waling again. Seems INTREPID is your mandate! Cool!
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Thanks, Jen. I ought to catch up with the posts, but I confess I’m rather tired. It must wait for the morning, sorry
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We all have our priorities don’t we. 🙂
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Sleep should be one we all share 🙂
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That’s the best way to come across the magic!
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And often we do. EWOP. Everything’s Working Out Perfectly… while we wade through nettles and get caught upon brambles
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Into the briar patch – I see these characters as anthropomorphic rabbits, for whatever reason.
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Yep. Right spirit for explorers! 😊
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This is me and my daughter. So many times the path we’ve been following has led us into brambles and nettles and quagmires 🙂
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But, I bet you still do it? I mean that’s all about adventure isn’t it?
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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.
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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?
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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.
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