More Walkies

muddy_shoes Having failed thus far in our attempts to find decent circular walks ourselves, yesterday we broke down and bought ourselves a book of local walks. Now, when choosing a walking book obviously what you want is good, clear descriptions of the walks written out in ways that make it impossible to get lost, but that’s kind of hard to callibrate in the shop. They always sound plausible enough, and then the next thing you know you’re in the middle of a muddy field surrounded by possibly hostile cattle, trying to parse out ‘Where a green track crosses, turn left then back right onto the descending path; there are some waymarks here, although not particularly helpful ones’ without actually wrecking your marriage. So, in the absence of anything else, I’ve taken to choosing my books of walks on the basis of whether they make me laugh, intentionally or otherwise (my favourite being the book of walks we had in the Canaries which couldn’t emphasise enough the importance of bringing a cardigan along with you. We never did fathom out why, although on the one walk we actually tried, it did get a little nippy in the higher bits). That way at least when you’re hopelessly lost and you’ve given up all hope of finding the car, you can while away your last hypothermic hours reading out the more amusing snippets to each other.

Anyway we ended up with one of these fine volumes and tried out one of the closer walks today. Mr Turnbull has a nice dry line in commentary (“Here various mindless vandals have carved their autographs into the sandstone. Mr Clarke of Oswestry carved his in 1879. Admire his stonecarving – mindless vandalism isn’t what it used to be a century ago.”) but the copy we had was published in 1999 and time had not been kind to some of his paths and landmarks (Mr. Clarke of Oswestry was still coming through loud and clear however). It was well worth it though and we found our way, despite my being clad in utterly the wrong shoes for the conditions. We even stumbled across this, in a hidden glade along the way:

lost_picnic_tables

Surely the legendary lost burial grounds of a vanished tribe of picnic tables…

About these ads

4 Responses to More Walkies

  1. john gibson says:

    this picture takes me back to child hood.
    John

  2. disgruntled says:

    Which one? The sneakers or the tables?

  3. cha0tic says:

    Sneakers? Has you’re move North turned you into an American? That style of foot ware is known as pumps were I come from.

  4. disgruntled says:

    Well, they’re American shoes… we always used to call them (inaccurately) baseball boots. And they’re quite good for sneaking up on people

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 )

Google+ photo

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

Connecting to %s

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 208 other followers

%d bloggers like this: