Is it even a walk if you don’t get lost?

This afternoon, after stopping for a coffee at Groove (in the caravan, to be precise) I went for a little walk with Ruthe, who’s back in the country for a bit.

As ever, I got us lost and, despite having two pairs of walking boots in the car, was wearing my barefoot shoes. We ended up walking through soaking wet fields and poo splattered farmyards, meaning my feet were sodden. The paths were also pretty badly maintained so we had more than our fair share of encounters with barbed wire.

On the plus side, we had a nice chat with these Blue Faced Leicester sheep. Not the prettiest breed but super friendly. They followed us obediently through a couple of fields.

What’s a walk if you don’t get lost? Less fun, for sure. Certainty drier though.