Bert and I got lost today. We ended up right on the edge of some golf course, with him pulling me up and down ravines, panting madly. I have no sense of direction but I noticed I quite like getting lost. There's a panicky bit in the middle when you think god, I'll never get back to the cafe and I want a cup of tea and help get me out here but the truth is the familarity of the tried and tested track is a bit dull. Maybe I won't love this wood half as much when I know where I'm going. Or maybe I will...not sure yet.
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