I had a bizarre encounter with someone today. I stopped the car for a pee in a village I’ve never been in before, and as I walked back to the car a middle-aged woman in a duffle coat came up to me. I thought she was going to have a go at me for urinating in the churchyard, but what she said was “Have you seen a thirty-strong group of walkers go past here?”
She’d turned up late for some hiking club and didn’t have a clue how to find them. She obviously thought I was a resident of the village and might be able to help her track them down.
I couldn’t even tell her where a footpath was.
She went off in a bad mood, obviously blaming me for all her woes.
The funny thing is that I spotted the group about 5 minutes later from my car! I nearly ran them over on my way out of the village. They were all armed with those weird Nordic Walking sticks and marched straight across the road in front of me as if the fact that they were nature lovers could shield them from the impact.
Bloody ramblers.
RC 7-2-13
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