Path to nowhere

On the outskirts of Tunbridge Wells this morning I was trying, without success, to find some rocks we used to play on as kids when we visited friends. The wife and I not only got lost but also quite muddy and that was all before Christmas shopping for a million hours. Shopping is dull, tiring and as we were both dressed up as Eskimos quite hot too. No matter what high street you're in you always come across the same shops, the same odd people and the same blokes moping about wishing they were somewhere else. The good news is I bought a bobble hat. Hooray

Anyway... we never did find those rocks!