I’ll Have an Eight-Mile Walk With a Side Order of Getting Lost When I’m Exhausted Please

I wasn’t planning to go too far today.  I’ll just start off from Mountsorrel and see where I get to, I thought.  Well I walked and I saw where I got to and lo! it was Watermead Park.  And I saw that it was good.  I was quite tired by the time I’d walked a bit in the park and seen several expanses of water, lots of geese and a couple of herons. 

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Watermead Park is an area of low-lying land which is now dedicated to leisure and pleasure: there are hundreds of walks, a lake which you can sail on, loads of cycling routes and hides for bird-watching.  There are also picnic tables, one of which I chose to have my lunch at.  It had a white object left on it and I approached with caution lest it be something nasty but it turned out to be a painted pebble with the name ‘Alice’ on it.  Wherever you are Alice, your pebble is waiting for you on the picnic table.

I rested by some trees but there was no denying the fact that I would have to walk back again, so wearily I set off.  I guess I got into my stride after a while but what should have been a fairly straightforward walk was complicated by my taking a wrong turn somewhere and ending up lost.  This was very trying as by now I was exhausted and could barely remember my own name, let alone where I was going (I’d had a bad night again, which makes five or six in a row) but once somebody put me right I recognised the path again.  I’d got to the point of thinking I simply couldn’t put one foot in front of the other when I saw the blessed outlines of the Waterside Pub

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where I’d parked.  And there sat faithful Bertie ready to carry me home.

Swing low, sweet Ford Focus…

Sheesh, that was a hard day.  And I still can’t figure out where I went wrong…

Kirk out