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A walk on the wild side

6 July 2006

Darkness was falling, so I did what everyone should: I went for a walk. And since my legs were evidently going to behave and not give me immense pain, I walked further than I had planned, across a few fields and down a couple of dales.

I must say, for someone who was all by herself, I spent a lot of time laughing. First of all there were the ridiculous sheep. As I arrived in a field over a stile, two young sheep became separated from their parents as they stopped to stare, wide of eye and pooey of bottom, at the red-trousered apparition who stood before them. Their parents, on the other hand, remembered me from previous summers and kept walking.

Suddenly realising that there was now a real live human being between them and their parents, the young sheep set up bleating and baa-ing at an almost unfathomable volume. As I walked up the field, they followed me, bellowing with all their might. I wanted to share this ridiculous scene with someone and so called home. Engaged. So I called Sooze, at which point the two sheep finally plucked up the courage to gallop past me at high speed. Once reunited with their parents they fell silent – just as Suzy answered. Ah well.

A little further on my late night trek, I walked through a field of wheaty-barley-stuff (they really should label this stuff for the benefit of wandering bloggers). That was fine; it was only a couple of feet high and I could see the footpath no problem. Then came the field of fodder, which was four to five feet high and strewn in a tangled mess across the path.

I took the first picture with my mobile phone held at eye level. The second photo shows what I saw when I looked down. It was like fighting my way through a crazy thick jungle, as I could barely go a step without having to move aside collapsed branches of the crop. Lifting up the stuff on my left, lifting the stuff on my right, untangling the two and then trying not to be tripped by what was lying on the ground. It was under my feet, around my ankles, grabbing at my clothes and in my face. But most of all, it was very, very funny.

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