Ford Every Stream ....

There was a reason I didn't join the Scouts......

I had an adventure today, and up to a point I was quite brave.

Si decided I was not to lay in bed, and he would drag me to a hill for "reccy" purposes for the Scouts.

We drove for about 45 minutes south of where we stay, following for a large part of it, a single track road (always a bad sign).

We found the car park, and first problem! I don't think Wellies comply with "Stout Footwear" requirment.

Hey ho, I was with a Scout...I'd be okay.

It was very picturesque. No denying. And the path wasn't too bad. I stopped every so often to catch my breath and stretch my back, but on the whole I wasn't doing too badly.

Twice we appeared to loose the track, and once we back tracked. As we left the forest and started over open countryside, I groaned as I looked ahead and saw the peaks in front of me.

I did the first, and decided that it would be faster if Si went on ahead found the place he was looking for (less than 1 km away), and came back. I settled myself on a rock, and watched as he headed up the hill. This is him walking away from me up the first peak.

"I'll go to the top of the peak, look at the site and come straight back". He said.

I sat on my rock and looked around. There wasn't that much to see, to be honest. The clouds were resting on my shoulders. There were fir trees and there was heather. Hills, Sky and heather. That was all.

I waited, and the wind got up. I watched as he turned the corner and headed to the peak.

I waited, as a couple appeared from behind me, and I watched carefully as they went on ahead, and topped the peak. No obvious signs that they had spotted Si dangling from any peaks. Weird.

I waited, and then I started to get cold. The clouds sitting on my shoulders were eating through my pakamac, and my t-shirt. Yes, I was completely appropriately dressed for an outdoor adventure.

I decided that rather than freeze to death, I would walk some more. I decided to walk to the top of the hill, and see where the bloody hell he was.

I walked to the top of this hill. And to my utter horror. Discovered yet another hill behind it. I set off up that hill to, and reached the top of it. To reach that peak, I'd had to turn right, but from the peak I could see.... more bloody hills, and more bloody tree. And NO SI.

I waited around the peak for a while, and used my camera to scour the nearby area to see if I could see the bastard, my husband. Nothing. I decided that the git, my poor man had pissed off, wandered off the path, and found something more interesting and had left me alone, forgetting that he had actually brought me with him, got lost.

I decided the safest thing to do, would be to head back in the direction I had come. The wind was picking up and I was getting a bit freaked. I clambered down the peak I was on, and headed back up the previous one. Then I clambered down that, and realised I still had a bit of clambering to do before I reached where I had been. I hadn't bloody looked to see just how far I had wandered.

By this time, I decided that, the bastard was going to die when I found him again, I should head back to the car. I figured I would make it back there safely and I could cry to passing strangers, who would go and find my indisposed loved one.

As i passed the Stone from whence I had been sitting I looked to the right - across an unmarked area of scrub, and there before me was that complete and utter git who left me stranded up a hill my darling husband, who had obviously walked through a marsh to get back to me.

I ran into his arms and thanked the heavens above that he was safe.

I didn't, I flicked him the finger and stomped on passed, and kept stomping until my temper had ebbed, and I had to take his hand to get down the sticky bits. Quite enjoyed it actually, apart from the loosing me bit. Bastard.