Losing the planned path
By Rhiannonw
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30/11/18 from Pengethley, north of Ross-on-Wye
We hadn’t a large-scale map.
The path looked “straight-ahead” from A to B,
but on the ground, with missing arrow-signs,
and new farmer’s riding tracks,
we arrived at a minor road, and junction,
and after studying the map decided
where we must be –
not where we had meant to arrive!
‘Sellack – left’ the signpost said,
not straight ahead as expected.
We tramped the lanes then, trying to gauge
whether we could continue on the plan,
and reach the Wye,
and return before the light failed.
(Why hadn’t we brought a torch?)
At last suddenly there was the Wye bridge
a little way off,
and below.
The river was very full.
We then tracked around to find the path down
on which we should have arrived,
checking with a cottage resident, and yes,
it proved a straight-forward path back
to a point near where we had started.
We could then see how we’d missed the tweak
and followed the arrow meant for horse racers!
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What a relief! This is like
What a relief! This is like your poem about the Dark? Both about being lost, one where a familar place becomes unknown even though you are not moving, and the other where an unfamilar place becomes known because you are moving?
Finding yourself where you should be is a great feeling, like being caught in a giant hand when you feel like you are falling, isn't it? I have NO sense of direction, it used to drive my family bonkers :0)
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What a relief you found your
What a relief you found your way in the end Rhiannon. You also got this poem out of your adventure too, so not all is lost.
Jenny.
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