Got lost. Second time this week. Hope it's not one of these things that come in threes.
Went for a walk in the Lickey Hills with my cousin, Gill (well actually she is my dad's cousin's wife - but lets not be pedantic) and her gorgeous, bouncy pup Breagh and as Gill knows the woodland paths quite well, she took me on a new trail that we'd not done before. So this morning, Ali has a bunch of friends round for a Puzzle Party (he can explain it later) so I took the Ben & Jerry out for a walk and thought I'd retrace the route we took yesterday. In retrospect that was probably not the brightest idea. After an hour of wandering the path, confident that I would eventually come to a familiar part and find my way back, I came across the loveliest elderly gentleman walking the ugliest giant poodle I've ever seen (seriously, it was - even Ben & Jerry thought so) and asked him for directions.
2 comments:
not to worry; i lost your car in the parking-lot in Milngavie one day ; don't know if i ever owned up to that one!!!
tee hee - nope, don't think you did!